Anaiah's POV

Amacus growls and grabs my arm, pulling me out of the room.

"You can't be in that room and where are those morons!" He stresses. I only ignore him and turn on my heels but he pushes me to the wall, my front is pressed against it and I feel his breath tickling my skin, making me shiver in disgust.

"I've been doing some thinking lately," He whispers in my ear. I hit him with my elbow, making him stumble back and I face him with fury in my gaze. His eyes are soft and his lips still wear an ambiguous smile.

"You've been thinking?"

"I'll tell you...