When we got to the corridor I dug my heels into the ground in protest.
"No, stop! Where are you taking me?"
"Really, don't fight me princess."
"Would you stop calling me that!"
He turned to me with a crease in his brows.
He even had the grace to look upset.
"Why don't you want me to call you that? What's wrong with princess?"
"There is nothing wrong with the name, it's you! If you haven't noticed, I don't particularly like you."
"Princess, don't talk like that..." he said, reaching out to touch my face. I backed away.
"I said don't call me that! Leave me alone, I need to go back. You are not my mate!"
And just like that, his sweet innocent expression morphed into an furious one.
He grabbed a forceful hold of me.
"You're coming with me whether you like
