I was dragged out of the arena like a rag doll, following behind Tavian against my will. We walked through the hallways, following paths I'd never walked through. My senses stood on alert
"Where are you taking me?" I asked, my tone laced with anxiety, as I struggled against his grip. I no longer in the mood to be dragged around.
He glanced at me over his shoulder, shooting me a hard look. "Getting you out of trouble, so behave."
My ears stood. Trouble? Did it have something to do with what happened at the arena?
I tried not to think much about it, as I stopped resisting Tavian. From my observation, he didn't mean harm.
We finally stopped at a door which he pushed open and pulled us into. It was a small room, sparsely empty with nothing but a few chairs and desks. He shut the door behind me, and slid a chair to me.
I stared at it and back at him.
"Sit," he ordered, his tone firm and I obeyed instantly.
