Rhea's POV
Almost to the dining room, I suddenly wrenched my hand from his. He turned around to stare at me with a raised brow. "What's that for?" His voice was deep and rough.
I never intended on going anywhere with him or having our hands intertwined, all this was just to get to Sheila and nothing else. And since she is out of sight, I no longer see any reason to still hold hands with him and I also need to stick to the decision of leaving.
"Look at me," he orders, his voice softened, I slowly lift my head to stare at him. "What was that for?" He asked, taking a few strides forward. Almost closer to me, I can feel his breath tickling me by the side of the face as he slowly lifts my chin with his index finger to keep my head steady.
"I need to leave," I quickly said, back
