Kapitel 85: Tumbling Emotions.

Verona's world was a blur as Toma's iron grip dragged her into what looked like a small ten, her feet tumbling to keep up. The distance was only a foot walk away from where Gastel was but the image of the vicious looking wolves still tormented her.

He threw her into a nearby chair, and she landed with a soft thud, her breath knocked out of her. Still bursting with unfounded energy, she makes a dash for the door behind his back only to be roughly pulled by the neck of her dress and thrown back into the chair, this time with more force than before.

"Stop being a whiny bitch and sit down!" He seethes through his teeth, one of his hands pressing down on her shoulder. The mere touch of his hand on her skin felt like a million bugs were crawling onto her body and with him being too close, her eyes watered from the stench of the man.