"Rolan, what is the meaning of this?!"
Rose gasped, unable to believe her eyes. Her hand clenched on Rolan's shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin.
She hadn't expected this—she had actually become Rolan's captive.
Her legs wouldn't move. She couldn't escape his grip. He was holding her firmly, his hands tight around her like he was terrified of letting her go. Of course she would fall if he didn't hold her tight.
Rolan smiled as Rose wiggled in his arms.
"Chill, Rose. It's not like I'm some murderer taking you to some place you don't know or won't understand."
Rose just growled at his words. She frowned, pressing her lips together while her fingers still dug into his back.
"Where are you taking me? What is the meaning of this?"
