AVA'S POV.
The man’s grip on my wrist was strong, and no matter how much I tried to pull away, I couldn’t break free.
My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at him. “Let me go!” I shouted, panic making my voice shaky. “Arthur will kill you for this, Do you hear me? You won’t get away with it!”
But he just responded with a laugh, almost mocking me. “Arthur?” he said, shaking his head with a grin. “That’s the point. I want Arthur to come for me, Oliver wants him to see this. This is a message he can’t ignore.”
I scoffed, trying to bite his hands but he didn't react to it. What's this man? Was he made of steel?
“The only message that will be passed is your head to Oliver,” I spat. “Arthur wouldn't let you be.”
The man stopped walking and turned to face me. His dark eyes were cold as he sneered. “You still don’t get it, do you?” he said.
“I have been following you for days, from the day Oliver's death was announced till the time we knew that he was alive, my eyes have been on the roy
