#Chapter56
Aleera POV
The next morning, I awoke cold. Darius walked into the room and tossed some clothes at me.
/"Get dressed and get to class,/" he snapped.
I looked at the clothes on the bed and scrambled for them, snatching and chucking them on. Anything for the extra warmth they would provide. I was just thankful he wouldn’t make me go to class in my bra undies. Darius stood in the doorway, watching as I got changed.
He growled when I took too long, and I looked down at my feet, which were still bare. Great, back to no shoes again. At least I had pants and a blouse.
/"You try to run, you try to speak to anyone, I will retake your voice,/" he said before waving his hand and giving me my voice back.
Warmth tickled my throat, and I went to explain I wasn’t running. The moment my lips moved, he gripped my throat.
