"Where do you think you are going, kitten?" Mikel stood like a towering mountain in front of Sylvia, blocking her view of the sweet sweet freedom.
"Aha ha ha. I apologize, your highness. I got lost." Sylvia weakly smiled and replied, whilst crying buckets inside.
"Heh. Is that so?" The devil curved his lips upwards.
Sylvia's heart sank looking at that familiar expression. This man was up to no good.
"Since you seem to be incapable of following simple instructions…"
The man paused, his hand reaching out and grabbing hers without any further explanation.
Sylvia winced uncomfortably, though his grip was neither painful nor firm.
It was rather warm and gentle but at the same time, she could tell that it was going to be an impossible ordeal to get away from his grasp.
As the man tugged her, she quickly followed along catching up to Theodore and Cassius who were walking ahead of them.
