Reasons

He stood up, fixing the suit around him. Without a word to Alvin, who was slightly limping behind Vector, he walked out of the dining hall. I walked behind him, and we soon walked out of the mansion to a parked Rolls Royce. Vector opened the door to the right, then turned to me.

My jaw clenched adamantly, and I turned away from the right side, intending to take the other side of the car. He suddenly grabbed my hand, stopping me. I turned to him, and he did not need to say a word. His brow was raised, his eyes set in a deathly stare as he watched me.

I yanked my arm away from him, a small yelp of pain escaping my lips as his nail dug into my arm, slightly cutting my skin.

He said nothing, and I went into the car, then moved to the other end, my hand covering the small wound on my arm. I turned away as he entered the car, and the door closed behind him. The air seemed to be immediately sucked out of the car, and I closed my eyes.

The car suddenly started, and I swallowed, a small rush