One hundred and eight

Sally's POV

After that escape I ran away, it seemed like my grandmother had doubled the security around me. Darius is still there, but in a few days, he will return to his homeland. I will miss him, very much.

The meltdown that happened a few days ago showed him how difficult it was to be around me, and it made him even more protective of me than he already was.

Going downstairs, I was hoping to leave the house for a while to rest. But what annoyed me was that the whole house was locked. I was on the verge of breaking down the front door until someone walked in.

It's Ryan.

"Think about it, where are you going?" He asked, arching his eyebrows in support of his notion.

Agitated by this sudden house arrest, I replied. "Get out."

"Why?" He was annoyed.

My nose flared angrily. "Last time I checked, this is still my house. Therefore, you have no right to enter here." I tried to avoid him but failed when he stopped me.

"What's wrong with you?" My tone was interrupted.

"I said leave me alone.