Talia’s POV
“Come on,” John said, pulling my arm as he dragged me away.
“Let go of me, John.” I tried to wriggle my hand away from his grip but he wouldn’t let go.
He ushered me into the room and closed the door before turning to face me.
“You could’ve waited for me to come back, Talia. I kept you here for a reason and you couldn’t even wait.” John began.
“Spare me the blame game, John. You’re well aware that I can’t go missing for too long before I rouse Lorenzo’s suspicions and if that happens, this thing we have together is as good as dead and you f*****g know it.” I retorted.
“I swore to you that I wasn’t going to put you in danger and my promise is still true. I had to deal with the spy and learn what he knew before coming to you. Besides, you said you had about an hour befo
