Chapter 53
Myrah's POV
"What are you doing, woman?" As I unlocked Monica's closet, Treveur questioned.
What do I appear to be doing? Stones for sale? Purely irritated, I responded.
After saying that, I felt Treveur grab my hair and tug me away. He was so rough that I feared he would rip out my hair. I hadn't experienced a migraine in weeks. It was going to hurt with this one.
You want to use cunning to trick me, huh?
"Give me a break!" I cried out in pain.
"Then discover how to restrain your tongue." Actually, I'm helping you out here. I give you directions, not the other way around.
I murmured as I fought to free myself from his hold, "I thought we agreed on my making the decisions." He held me even more tightly. Why was I the victim of this?
