CHAPTER 29

　　"We have to talk!" Heath roared and grabbed my arm, dragging me inside his room and slamming the door shut behind him.

　　He was enraged; his grip on my arms was too tight, causing me to wince in pain, but despite my efforts to get free, he merely loosened his clutch on my hand.

　　"Have you lost it?" I inquired as I strained to free myself, but my attempts were in vain.

　　He was more than furious; rage engulfed his aura, causing me to stare at him in bewilderment. I haven't seen him so upset before. What could have warranted this?

　　"I should be the one asking if you're in your right mind." He retorted, and the tone of his voice was loud.

　　"Do not yell at me!" I yelled back, getting pissed and losing every atom of patience I had as I forcefully released myself from his grip.

　　He was silent, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was ragged, but he was trying his best to put himself under control.