At first, Samantha had the intention of refusing to go anywhere with him, at least not in the late night when the world is meant to be asleep, but upon seeing how disoriented he appeared after walking through that door, jaws clenching and his eyes blazing like an incoming tsunami ready to wash off whatever filth lingered within the Palace, it only piqued on her curiosity to know exactly what had happened.
"Okay." She whispered her approval. Her gaze seemingly drifted to the closed door, as if waiting for him to lead the way outside so she could follow, but what she hadn't expected was for Ivan to, without any warning, sweep her off her feet into his arms. That one swift motion had caught her off guard; she managed a breathy yelp, and when she looked at him with wide eyes, cheeks flustered at the thought of being in his arms yet again, she heard him say.
"We won't be using the door."
