Chapter Fourteen

Eira

In as much as I tried to free myself from the harsh grip of the person that held me, I just couldn't. It just felt like I was held by a vice grip, a strong one at that which was tight and unyielding. I knew that I had to think fast before everything went to flames and even though I knew who was responsible for this, I just couldn't understand why they were so tough.

"Please, you need to let me go" I said.

I was quite glad that my voice didn't come out as needy and whiny because that would have been the worst thing ever. I wasn't going to give Sebastian and his men the satisfaction of knowing that I needed to beg them to release me. I was proud — which was one thing my mother always told me I needed to cut off — and I was going to be proud for the rest of my life.

I tried to free myself again but it just wasn't working. Whoever was holding me had a firm grip on my hand and he wasn't letting go. It was one thing to be strong but for your hands to be iron clad was another ball game