Chapter 84 - The Spoiled Brat (1/2)

Marcel noticed the way the environment changed as soon as those words left his mouth. She stiffened and there was a brief look of panic in her eyes making her look like a scared animal in the lion's den.

Marcel felt a guilty pang hit him in the chest, they had been having a good time until he ruined it. But then, it was the truth, no matter what happens tonight, he would hand her over to the Red Giant tomorrow.

But no matter how right Marcel thought he was, none of that could erase her haunted look from his mind, it stirred up his protective instincts.

He had to leave here before he does something stupid.

”Let's go in, you've spent enough time here already,” He told her, reaching for her arm to drag her inside knowing that she would resist him.

”I don't want to,” Arianna refused him as he predicted, nudging out of his grip when he tried to touch her.

”Don't tempt me!” He warned her, a low growl in his throat.

”I said I don't want to!” She snapped back at him, ”Can't I get a little alone time where you don't have to hover and bother me and I won't have to think about your existence. Don't my feelings and freedom mean a thing to you? I just want to be alone, don't you get it?”

”And let you be where you can escape?!” Marcel threw his head back and laughed, ”In your dreams.”

”I didn't escape when you ran ahead,” Arianna told him a half lie and Marcel gave her a look that made her shift uneasily on her feet. He still suspects her.

Marcel took a step forward but Arianna didn't move back. She was going to stand her ground - even though his look was so frightening she wanted to hide under the sheet.

Arianna bet Marcel does that scary look thing on purpose to push her into submission. But she would not be thwarted. Marcel met his match this time.

Marcel stared at Arianna with hidden curiosity, she was supposed to be cowering away in fear but here she was standing up to him as if he was nothing but a bully.

It had taken him years to master this look; to make someone cower under his authority with just a gaze. He reeked of dominance and killing intent yet this little bunny stood her ground. Could it be bravely or stupidness?

But Marcel couldn't let this happen, he had to teach Arianna her place and position in this organization before his people picked this up as some sort of weakness on his part.

So Marcel smiled cruelly, like those ones he saw his father give his mother whenever she tried to undermine his authority.

”You would get inside like the good girl you are this instant!” He commanded.

The command boomed in her head, raising her hairs on edge, and Arianna was almost forced to obey but there was a little voice inside of her, waiting to be heard.

”No!” She said,

”What?” Marcel was startled.

”No, I don't want to go in,”

”Arianna!” He said her name through gritted teeth, already at the end of his limits.