ELLA'S POV
I watched helplessly as the Caviars took turns to rip off my jacket and even the school jacket off my body. My teeth ground hard, against each other. “Don't do this to me.” I pleaded.
Roman snarled. “Unfortunately, you have no right to detect the outcome of your fate with us.”
I grunted, pulling my hand from his grasp. The more I tried to release my hand from his grip, the more he clenched his hands firmly. It seemed the universe was on their side, because the weather deeped, tipping the cold up by a few Celsius.
The sky was overcast with a storming gray cloud, indicating a storm. I shuddered at the thought of being splashed on me. Suddenly, both Christopher and Roman released their grip from my arms. I whipped my head to the sides and stared at them keenly, my gaze search
