OCTAVIA'S POV
"Lord Nickolai was here?" I asked, and my throat ran sore as a sudden realization dawned on me: I was right; someone had indeed heard us, seen us. It was lord Nickolai.
I pulled out the drip strapped to my wrist before dashing towards the door.
"Where are you off to Freya ?"" Beta clark asked, stopping me to a halt, turning deaf ears to his questions. I sprang towards the door and reached for the knob in an attempt to pull, but he yanked my wrists slowly, causing me to finch backwards.
"Talk to me. What's wrong?" He asked again, goosebumps lined on my skin as I thought of what had happened.
"I have to leave; I have to speak to lord Nickolai; I need to explain something to him. I retorted, finding it hard to wriggle away from grasps.
"You can barely stand F
