Chapter 58: Reminder
>>Aelin
As soon as I felt Reagan’s hand grip my arm, I froze. His touch was rough, there was an unspoken warning in it. I glanced around the crowded hall, hoping someone might notice, but his assistant, with his usual calculated demeanor, stood close by, scanning the area to ensure no one was paying attention.
I turned my head, desperately looking in the direction Draegon went, uselessly hoping that he would turn back and look at me.
I could see Draegon’s back and I opened my mouth to let out a sound when Reagan spoke, "You better not," And out of fear, my lips closed again but my eyes desperately stayed on Draegon.
Yet he didn’t look back.
My stomach churned as I realized there would be no help here.
"Walk," Reagan muttered under his breath, his tone low but firm.
I didn’t dare resist. He guided me swiftly through the hall, his assistant trailing behind us, keeping a watchful eye on any prying eyes. The music and laughter from the banquet faded as we moved further away, out of the ballroom from a staff used door, the noise replaced by the heavy thud of my own heartbeat.
We stopped in front of a side door, one of the many unused rooms in the Duke’s sprawling estate. Reagan opened it without a word and ushered me inside, his grip tightening just enough to make me wince.
The door shut behind us with a sharp click.
I turned to him immediately, my hands trembling as I clutched the fabric of my dress. "Brother, please," I began, my voice shaking. "I didn’t do anything—"