(Esmeray POV)
"What the hell are you doing here!?" I growled as I quickly grabbed onto the bottle on the bed table, aiming at the person in front of me.
"Esme," he called, as I leaned back.
"Ethan, get out of my room."
"Esme, come on. It hurts me if you say that" He started to approach me and I got out of the bed, and ran to the corner, the bottle ready to be used as a weapon any time.
"Esme, you have to listen to me. You can't marry that tyrant. You can't do that. You will die and I don't want to see you die. You can come with me. We will run away together."
He sounded desperate. He looked desperate. His clothes were wrinkled and his face was flushed.
"I said get out"
I froze as he let out a growl.
"No!"
"I will shout for help."
"Ha!" he laughed, shaking his head. "How are y
