Chapter Seven
Vaelora's POV
Pain shoots through my entire body as he dumps his entire weight on me.
Snapping my eyes shut and taking a deep breath, I raise myself up a bit and push him further onto my shoulder, passing him a quick glare before banging my fist on the gate.
“If you keep doing that, you're going to lose your knuckles very soon.”
I ignore him, blowing cold air on my fist before raising it to the gate again.
“Are you just stubborn or something?” He asks and this time, I turn to face him.
“How about you keep quiet and let me get you in? I could leave you out here for dead, you know.” I warn, turning back to the gate.
He mumbles something under his breath but again, I ignore him.
My teeth chatter as we wait for the security to get the door. The torn dress is now hanging
