Chapter 111 - Cedric POV
"Listen, I'm never going back with you—please leave."
Her voice is firm, quiet, and final. But something about it needles at me. Maybe it's the way she refuses to look afraid of me. Maybe it's the way she says "please" with no fear, just exhaustion.
I don't like it.
My patience wears thin. I reach forward, grab her arm, and tug.
She stumbles, nearly falling out of the carriage as I pull her with me.
"We'll talk about this properly," I say through clenched teeth.
"Unhand me!" she snaps, yanking her arm, but I don't let go. The carriage driver shouts something, but I ignore him.
I pull her out onto the dirt road, the carriage rocking behind us. Dust kicks up around our feet. Her cloak falls from one shoulder, exposing the simple dress beneath. She glares at me with the kind of hatred I used to think she wasn't capable of.
"You're being hysterical," I say.
"This is not the place for a scene."
