Aro had caught his arm, and it took every last bit of willpower he had left to keep from ripping it away. His body shuddered. Was he angry? Or was he upset? It sure beat feeling depressed.. but the emotion was just as strong and unpleasant. It wasn't a happy emotion, and Dylon didn't welcome anything
but happiness when it came to himself.
He didn't dare look back. If he couldn't smile, then what could he do? He couldn't face this guy with anger. Not with sadness. It was bad enough he'd seen him apathetic.
He realized soon after the man had his left arm in grasp, and it made him anxious.
"Let me go.
Please."