Elena POV
Several servants passed us as he pulled me along, some of them even turning to stare, open mouthed. I even saw one elbowing the person beside him to look since he hadn’t been paying attention.
“Let go.” I whispered, but he continued marching forward as if he couldn’t hear me.
Warmth traveled from the palm of his hand to my wrist, then directly to my heart.
It was beating so hard that I wondered if he could hear it.
My eyes widened as I realized he could probably feel my pulse.
“Let go!” I dragged my hand out of his grasp, finally forcing him to stop.
He turned slowly, his gaze fixed on his now empty hand. When he raised his head to look at me, the expression on his face was so dark that I took a step back and immediately started explaining.
“Y-you were pulling too hard.”
