Chapter Thirty three

Luka’s POV

She had gone in there without my permission, she looked at the damn portraits! It took all the amount of self-control not to rip her into shreds at that very moment, who the hell did she think she was?

Sneaking around and going through my stuff like that.

As I pulled her roughly, I paid no attention to her resistance whatsoever.

I had grown soft on her, it was the only explanation as to why she was acting this way.

When we reached in front of my room, I opened the door and pushed her in roughly before following after her. She seemed frozen on the spot for a minute but then her eyes flew wide with panic dancing across them. I let out an annoyed huff under my breath, now what exactly was she so afraid of? She didn't seem afraid of going through my things right?

“I am sorry," she said timidly, her voice quiet yet trembling slightly, “It was an accident”. She still hadn't made eye contact or even moved her head to look up at me. The fact that I couldn't get any sort of reaction