Amon rushed into the dungeon and pulled me away from Xavier. He fisted my hair and yanked me against him.
"I will give you a reason to live." He trailed a finger down my throat, and his hand settled on the leech on my neck.
"A very good reason." He said gruffly and ushered me to the gate, dragging me out of the dungeon with his hand still on my hair. He dragged me down the corridor of the packhouse.
"Let me go. Where are you taking me?" I asked, refusing to go with him and pressing my feet against the floor. He yanked my hair back, making me scream in pain.
"Be a good little slave and listen to your master." He said and s*****d my butt, pushing me down the hallway. My gaze landed on the warriors that were standing around the packhouse; they all stared at me for a second and looked away
