Meritt's POV His voice echoed down the corridor, the usual cold and arrogant tone. Despite all these people, he still brought his dirty pants to be washed in the open. I stood still in the middle of the hallway and the other performers around me went dead silent. Maestro Conti and Signora Rossi looked back and forth between me and the tall man stepping out of the shadows. Michael looked fierce,his suit was flawless, his dark hair was neatly styled, and his jawline was set in that familiar, arrogant angle. He carried himself like a king who had just walked into a room of peasants, how foolish of him! Two security guards stood right behind his shoulders, blocking the exit to the backstage hallway. "Pack your bags," Michael repeated and took another step closer to me. His eyes scanned my face, lingering on my scars for a second before meeting my gaze. "Your little vacation in Rome is over. You are coming home with me right now." Awww, my king, I'm coming right away! Fool! Six mont
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