NORA'S POV:-
Tristan dragged me out of his parent's bedroom. I didn't say anything but his hold around my forearm was firm. A little too firm for me. He brought me to the corridor and threw me against the wall. My back hid the wall and I bit my lower lip to suppress the painful whimper that was sitting at the tip of my tongue. “What the f**k were you thinking? Why were you inside parent's bedroom?” The way Tristan had asked me that question, I could smell accusations on him.
I narrowed my head as I didn't want to see this side of him. Too bad, it was of no use. Tristan grabbed my neck and pulled me up from the ground. I was struggling to breathe while dangling my feet just so I could feel the hardness of the ground beneath me but all I felt was air.
“I asked you a f*****g question, Nora
