Kiara's POV
Lysander kept dragging me…he didn't stop until we reached another room.
And yeah—another one of those ridiculously majestic rooms giving- I'm rich and mysterious - kind of rooms.
High ceilings. Soft gold light. Furniture that probably cost more than my entire life.
I barely registered any of it.
Because the second he stepped inside—
I turned.
And bolted.
Straight for the door.
My hand slammed against it just as he turned around—
"Are you locking me in here too?" I snapped, planting myself between him and the exit.
He didn't even hesitate.
"Yes."
I blinked.
"…wow. Straight to the point.No!Not happening…"
"Until I am certain," he added, calm but tight, "that whatever tracker you are carrying is completely blocked."
I stared at him.
Then let out a sharp, humorless laugh.
"Of course. But I won't be locked up—"
"Kiara—"
"No," I cut him off, stepping closer. "No more shutting me up. I won't let you drag me around like I'm some clueless idiot—"
