14. Hurt

I stared at him as his nostrils flared with steam. His eyes red with fury and his forehead filled with frown lines, making his pale skin show a pink tone. His orbs were focused on me, his hand clenched into a fist showing thick veins almost at the verge of popping.

"Where have you put her picture," his baritone voice filled the room with intense chill filling the room. I looked at him wondering if the man standing in front of me is the same as the one who had taken me to wander around the castle ground.

Oh, he is back. I found myself telling my stupid heart which had started aching just at the thought of him.

I reverted my eyes so that I looked on my lap and murmured with a low voice, "is that all you have to say to me after ignoring me all this time. You come here yelling at me, do I even have any meaning to you. Am I even your fucking girlfriend?" I shouted hearing my voice resounding with the thick walls.

He looked at me with surprise or shock for a short minute before he once ag