His hold on my hand is telling me he is pissed beyond his limits.
I don't want history to repeat itself. I don't want him to take again something precious from me forcefully.
He was making his hold strong on my wrist.
I will again have those ugly brush on my wrist.
"Zanvil where are you taking me," I asked while struggling to his grip. He turned his head and gave me his hard gaze saying shut up. I gulped at his look.
It's better if I keep quiet.
I'm afraid because of his behavior. Did he hear our conversation? I was in relief till now knowing that he didn't know who was with me on that day. But I'm afraid after today's incident. What if he does something rash with the sky and it leads to breaking my good friendship with the sky.
I don't want to lose him.
Because of this i***t devil
