Emilia's POV
Sebastian grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.
"I'm going up to the fifth floor," I said flatly, not bothering to turn around.
"You're not taking the elevator?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied. Obviously.
"Then are you going to fly up?" he sneered.
I pointed to the left corner without looking back. "The stairs are over there. I can walk up."
He let out a short laugh. "You're that full of energy, huh? You'd rather climb ten floors than stand in a box for thirty seconds?"
I lowered my head and gently pulled my hand free from his grip. "I'm used to it."
I didn't wait for his response. I just walked toward the stairwell. Behind me, I heard him let out a frustrated breath, but I didn't care. I wasn't about to explain myself to Sebastian Simons, of all people
