Vivienne's POV
Scott kept pulling me as I sluggishly staggered behind him. My eyes were still spinning. My head felt like a machete has gone through it. My body felt like it was on fire. I wanted to take off my clothes.
It seemed like the only possible solution to my problem. Without Scott, I would have crashed on a lot of things because I did not know what was in front of us. I could see people around, but their faces were not clear. They had to be the servants.
“Scott, how long are we? I really need to take off my clothes,” I groaned.
“Just a little more and we'll get there. We need privacy, don't we?” he asked.
I nodded with a hum. I missed my step as we took a turn, and my body quickly headed down the ground. Fortunately, Scott held me up before I collided with the tiles. I held
