Aria lowered her head, bent her legs, both arms hugged her legs, and buried her head in her knees, her whole body falling into endless panic and bewilderment.
Tyron definitely wouldn’t let her go, and the probability of her having to escape was small to almost none.
And he would certainly lock the door to her room from time to time, not allowing her to have access to anything that could connect with the outside world.
Which meant that if she had been unable to run away, had been unable to contact the outside world, she would have to remain locked up here, on this island surrounded by sea on all sides.
And Tyron even asked her to think about it, to consider whether she should be with him, and if she refused, would he get mad and then forced her?
When she thought of how crazy Tyron looked at herself just now, Aria couldn’t help but shiver.
She was pretty sure that he would. Once he loses his patience, he’s sure to force her, can she resist?