21. It's My Duty To Protect Her

Dario’s POV

My eyes collided with the face of the young man, which I had wrapped in my hands. He was quivering on his own; sweat beads had formed on his forehead.

I was glad that I was able to put that fear in his. Maybe this would make him stay away from Isla for good.

My grip on him tightened, and I glared at him, watching as he turned pale from fear.

“What are you doing?” A familiar voice rang out in my head, and I froze. My anger dropped, and the realisation of what I had done kicked me in the gut.

I groaned inwardly. My eyes slowly scanned the hall, taking in the shocked gazes directed at us.

The feeling of eyes on me and the mumbles that filled the hall made me let go of the boy’s shirt, dropping him to the ground.

I walked out of the hall, a little annoyed at my loss of control.

Why did I have to lose control in that manner? It was out of line for me, but sadly, it was too late to go back on my actions. What had been done had been done.

I kept on walking until I ended up