Poppy's Point of View.
Kahlo has walked out on me, but I couldn't fully grasp the weight of this situation. Blinking my eyes while my feet were nailed to the very same spot where Kahlo confronted me. I needed more time to process everything that I heard just now, until I heard the crisp sound of Kahlo opening the door. I turned to face him and just a couple of steps. I am already blocking the door from him.
"What do you mean by that? You can't hold me hostage here! This is a*******n, Kahlo. You should have some morals with you. You shouldn't be using your authority over me and my f*****g weak wolf to detain me here and make my life further miserable as if I am not already living in hell—"
Within a blink of an eye, I was out of breath. Kahlo pushed me against the closed door. My back
