“What are your parents like?” I whispered and he stared at me.
I woke up to being in his arms, welcoming and warm, yet it got interrupted by a call, his mom to be precise, asking him to come home right now and bring me with him. Not only that, but I had good hearing, and Dominic hadn’t said a word since then.
“Horrible.” He breathed out, he looked away from me as he typed aggressively on his phone, his fingers gripping on to the screen, it was almost as if he would break it, when I moved close to him and I placed my hand on his.
“I can stay, I won’t run away, you can go alone.”
“I can’t let you stay alone, not even with the guards especially after everything that has happened, you are coming with, and we are going to get this horrible breakfast over with.” He stated. “Take a shower an
