#Chapter144

Daya

My shoe almost tripped against the stone pavement as Wrath's strong hand kept tugging at my arm and dragging me around after him like a little pet, my feet hurting and my body still weak after what I had endured only a few weeks ago.

"Wrath, please," I begged as I couldn't go any longer, clutching onto the sleeve of his shirt in a futile attempt to slow him down.

"It's Warren, remember? And quit your whining, we're almost there," He rather annoyingly bit back, my gaze lowering to the concrete sidewalk before shifting to look around at the tall buildings and spacious green lawns surrounding them.

"What...