Yvette's POV
I went along while he dragged me by the wrist. Not that I cared so much about their safety over mine, but recalling the lingering expression Christopher had towards Knox and Knox's brooding rage towards his father, I feared that I was somehow going to end up in the middle of whatever this was between them.
"Wait!" I pleaded, trying to unclasp Knox's hand around my wrist. "You're hurting me and I can't keep up."
He didn't budge nor did he bother slowing down.
"Knox!"
He paused abruptly, I almost bumped into his back.
"I'm sorry," the words came out before I could even think.
I shuddered from the fear of what his next action might be. I wasn't blind to see that he clearly didn't give a crap about me or what I feel, and knowing how angry he was at the momen
