The banquet hall was on the seventh floor.
Valentin ignored every guest and brought me to the balcony.
"That... we..." He still had no intention on letting go of his hold. I tried to break away in pain.
"You're hurting me." I protested softly.
"Selena," he finally said. The harshness in his voice faded. His tone was heavy and magnetic. "Did you feel awful in there?"
All for this question?
He had looked so foreboding that I thought I had committed some sort of grave sin.
I quickly shook my head. "No. Not awful."
Valentin stood before me, unmoving.
His eyes, which had been indifferent all this time, reflected a faint light.
He was standing right in front of me, yet it felt that he was beyond my reach.
I was a little against being sized up by him so unscrupulously.
"Really. I didn
