Kazmun's gaze was on her as he swallowed the wine―depthlessly dark.
She felt her throat go dry and in that moment, Alyssane wished she could disappear. But there had been no other choice.
As she accepted the wine bottle back from him, her fingers curled around the smooth glass with a white-knuckled grip.
'What's wrong?'
Nothing seemed to happen.
She averted her gaze, and quietly climbed the tower staors. Kazmun's steps echoed after her soon― too loud, too normal.
And then, a sudden pause.
Before she could react, Kazmun's rough hand closed around hers, pulling her towards him with a force that left her stumbling.
Panic surged through her veins but she forced her feelings to be calm.
"What did you do?" His voice was hoarse, filled with a mix of anger and confusion.
Alyssane's mind raced, 'How is he still standing still?'
