Nathan's POV
I didn't see it coming.
One second, I was standing by Derrick's side, and the next, a rough hand grabbed me from behind and started dragging me away. I stared at the strong hand that grabbed me and I frowned.
"Hey—what the hell?!" I twisted around, confused and angry. "Let go of me!" I tried wriggling away, pulling away, but there was nothing. He was strong and his grip was so tight it made me confused.
The person didn't speak, he just kept his hand on me and dragged me through the crowd with ease. My heart was racing because I had no idea where I was being taken to, and I couldn't call to Derrick for help considering the number of looks he was garnering, the murmurs swimming through the crowd.
If I called for him for help, they would have a lot more to say to me. And it wouldn't be good for him.
I looked up again at my captor, and from his side profile I could recognize him. He was a guard. Random guard.
What did he want with me?
