PARTY IN PEACE
* * * * * * * * * Merlí * * * * * * * * * *
"You're hurting me. Please let go," I pleaded as I struggled with him, but he wouldn't allow it.
"Walk and stop acting like a child."
"I'm not acting like a child. If I'm telling you to let go, it's because you're really hurting me," I stated firmly, but he showed no mercy. "LET GO NOW!"
"Watch your tone with me; I'm not in the mood to hear it."
"Let go!"
"Walk!"
"My arm is hurting..." I complained, but he ignored me.
He continued to drag me by the arm until we finally reached his car, where he released me abruptly.
"Let's go. Get in already..."
"I can't go with you. I need to go back to the van. Cassandra is there."
"My men will take her home. Get in!" he exclaimed, somewhat exasperated.
"No! I need to go with her," I
