"I know she is here!" a loud voice echoes through the halls, piercing the silence of the room we are still in. "CYRO, YOU f*****g BASTARD!" The same voice grows louder and angrier, and it seems that it approaches this very room.
Cyro jumps to his feet and, in an instant, he is dressed again, while he urges me to wrap myself in his cloak.
"s**t, s**t s**t s**t-" the man whispered under his breath as he tightened and fastened the cloak around my body, making me take a few steps back , while he looked around in a frenzy. "f**k! Should have gotten you to your room-" he hissed and his brows narrowed when he realized there was no real scape from this room.
"I can-" I whispered, my voice small, the thumping of my own heart deafening right now, making me stumble over my own words. "-the balco
