Let me go, Tristan!” Mika demanded, struggling to keep up with Tristan’s pace as he dragged her back to her room. She trashed about, face still ranging from the pain and humiliation she had suffered and black hair tangled. All her efforts to break free from his grip was fruitless of course. She knew she was no match for Tristan’s strength. “Trsitan, I said let me go!,” She snarled at the blonde-haired man but like always, he chose to ignore.

Mika flared. “Let go of me, Tristan!” ...