Gianna
I was completely wrecked as Nico undid the cuffs and the tie and moved away from me. I sat up, still shaking and wrapped the duvet around me, tears still falling down. Nico moved back, running his fingers through his hair, panting hard with droplets of sweat covering his body. I held the duvet tight around mine and glared at him.
“How could you?” I said, my voice trembling. “What the hell was that, Nico?” He turned sharply, eyes blazing.
“What the hell was that? You want to ask me that right now?”
“My body is not a fucking object you can use to punish me,” I snapped back, my voice hoarse and breaking. “You don’t get to be angry and take it out on me like that.”
“Do you even realize how reckless you were?” he hissed, his jaw tight. “You went with him. And without guards. In a time where we are going through so much shit already and there is so much risk, when you had been attacked just two days ago! And you were so fucking enamored by whatever he had to show you that you could
