I was halfway through the stairs, finding it even more difficult to move. But couldn’t stop or wait to breathe or take it easy. I was almost in the middle and about to curse out loud at the wretched injury on my foot, when I was suddenly swept off the floor. I shrieked, my hands wrapping around Jordan’s neck before I could decipher what was happening for fear of falling. I stared at him, confused and shocked. But his eyes were straight ahead and his expression unreadable. I took the help, I needed it. I was in a hurry anyway. He took me outside, holding me tightly in his arms and the guards bowed the moment they saw us.
"Keep me down," I said dryly and he turned to look at me. A frown suddenly settled on his face.
"What happened to your face?" He asked me and I used my hands to trail my
