Lana
I hadn't even opened my mouth when my body was already lifted off the ground and carried out of the Athellen house.
"What the—?! Put me down, Sylas!" I squirmed in panic in Sylas's arms as he casually hauled me along.
"I'm carrying you, sweetheart. Can't believe you don't know that," he replied lightly, as if I were just a sack of flour he could carry around.
"I KNOW, BUT— I CAN WALK ON MY OWN!" I screamed, trying to wriggle free.
"If you walk, we'll be late." He turned to me with a smug smile. "The Crown Prince is on horseback. You? You could trip over air."
There's no such thing as tripping over air. What a weirdo.
I knew he had a point, but that didn't mean I had to agree with how he was treating me. Especially with him carrying me in a bridal style—it almost felt romantic at the wrong time.
"At least let me tell Lucen," I muttered anxiously. "He needs to know we're tailing the Crown Prince. He'll worry if I just disappear like this."
