We waltz through the hallway in silence. I glanced at his side, gritting my teeth in secret.
What did he do to me to obey him? No matter how I tried to scream internally, I felt helpless. My hand in his grip wouldn't bulge, no matter how I want to pull it away.
"This is ridiculous," I muttered through my gritted teeth.
I shot him a glare, scoffing in ridicule. It was truly ridiculous.
Stefan glanced at me indifferently. "Is it?"
"Let me go," I demanded, shifting my gaze to his hand that was holding mine.
I thought I already had enough for today. The thought of Hanz being the worst encounter for today proved me wrong.
This King, Stefan's appearance, was the worst. I was obeying him against my will. Was this what sired means?
To smile at someone without my knowledge, to speak the opposite I wanted to say and to act against your will. It was... terrifying.
"Ohh… so that's how it is." Stefan nodded in understanding.
