She could see different dresses hung around her wardrobe but she was reluctant to wear one. She didn't want to listen to him. He could not always have his way whenever he wanted it.
"We are running late," Darian impatiently glanced at his wristwatch.
"Whatever," Lena murmured, still rummaging through her closet for a dress. She stopped at one, picked it up, and veered around to look at Darian. "You know what?" She started.
"What?" Darian retorted, his eyes on the new pistol he just got. He was loading some bullets in it. He loaded three and cracked the gun. Lena flinched at the sound, and shifting back, Darian smiled. "I won't kill you, you know?" He said, "What do you want to talk about?"
"You commanded Tina and Harrison to bring back my things into this room without my consent. I
