Landon's POV
"What are you doing?" I demanded, staring at the Lord who kept flashing his glistening teeth while his fingers crept dangerously over my legs, inching closer to my thigh.
He said nothing. His silence was worse than words as his hand reached for the loose ceremonial robe I wore, fumbling to unbutton it.
I shoved his arm away at once despite being bound both hands and shifted from the bed.
There was something about him that reminded me of a memory I had long buried. A tug in the back of my mind, dragging me to those days abroad.
"Stay away from me. Don't touch me!" I snapped, my voice sharp with disgust, echoing the same way I once had to my roommate back then. That one had been in his forties, gray at the temples, while I was only nineteen.
Now I was in my early twenties and this one before me looked to be in his late fifties. As if there was something about me that only attracted old people towards me.
