C14 Traitor.

MIYAs POV...

I swallow the fear that coaxes the back of my throat and I tug on my arm with my eyes trained on the possessive Kindred who refuses to let me go. Gulping on the air that tastes hellish bitter, I peer down at his hand and the heat of his fingers sear into my flesh along with the intensity of his glare.

"Let me go!" I cry out