Diana’s pov
When I went back to the room, he was sitting up and had a massive grin on his face.
“I am here to take you home.” I looked at him, and I couldn’t help but scoff.
That place is his home, but not mine.
He watched as his father destroyed my home.
“What if I said no? What if I told you that I don’t want to come back with you?” I asked him, and he just shrugged.
His eyes landed outside, and I knew what he was trying to tell me.
It was more of a threat, really.
I say no, and he destroys everything in sight.
But I want to know what he is thinking, and I want him to know what I am thinking.
“And that place isn’t my home,” I added, and he just smiled.
He got up from the bed and slowly walked towards me.
His hand reached out, but he stopped before he could touch me.
