A ghost?

Sebastian POV

Walking in large strides into the room, I grasped my hands on her wrist pulling her with me.

"Sebastian" a voice grunted behind me, making me stop.

"We demand an explanation and we are hoping it is going to come from your lips"

Flicking my head around, I gazed at my father who I could see veins bulging out of his neck."What will you do, Father?" I asked,

"He is your father" Desdemona whispered to me,

" Don't interfere when I am talking," I answered back at her, not minding the glint that flashed through her eyes when I stared at her.

Sighing out. "An explanation you will get Father but for now, I have to attend to my guest" I ran my tongue on my lips, before yanking her with me.

"What do you think you are doing?" I demanded an answer, while walking as fast as I could down the hallway.

"I am in heels and I hope you will stop pulling me alongside you, I am not a toy, you know"

" You do not talk when I do Desdemona, you do not" I was fuming with anger already.

Not when