"Get your butt inside and sit down, Lazarus. Your college don't start until eight. So tell me, pray, what are you trying to do by going outside at this hour?" He asked me.
And I swear, even my father never asked me so many questions about my whereabouts. He didn't had to. He had guards appointed for keeping his eyes on me.
I narrowed my eyes at him, looking down at where his fingers were holding my wrists. Something about his touch was making me behave abnormally. Differently.
"I can go wherever I desire to go, Mr. Black. You are no-one to stop me. I can go to my college at five in the freaking morning and sit outside the college, if I want to." I said and he sucked in a breath, to calm himself down.
He pulled his hands away to himself as he rubbed his temples, indicating he was ha
