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 during dinner in a few hours," He sighs, and I narrow my gaze on him.
"No,"
"It's not a request, dine with me or I use that little remote of mine," He warns, his eyes shining with malice and mischief.
