Excerpt:
He gave me a startlingly evil grin, “You
will regret what you’ve just done, I promise you that much.”
He began dragging me by the root of hair
effortlessly, and I decided to scream. I screamed as loudly as I could, not
even recognizing my own uneven voice. My throat stung badly, and it was hard
for me to catch my breath, but I needed help. Suddenly we stopped, and I heard
a man’s yell join mine. I twisted around to look up, and there was Birch. His
hand was wrapped firmly around Luke’s fist. His face was strained with anger; I
had never seen someone look so threatening.
“Let go.” Birch growled in a low and steady
voice.
Luke was sweating heavily, and he was shaking,
but he wouldn’t let go of my hair. He just let out a maniacal laugh, and tugged
my hair harder. A small cry slipped through my lips. Birch blew out a hard
breathe and tightened his grip. He repeated his demand one last time; his tone
was still subdued, but threatening. I even felt a chill race through my body,
thinking that Luke would be crazy not to let go. But he was proving to be just
that as he once again yanked my hair.
That was the
last straw for Birch Balman. His face tightened, and then I heard the
disgusting crackle of Birch crushing Luke’s hand. He released my hair and
recoiled, staring horrifically at his now mangled fingers. He tried to run the
other way, but it was too late, and this time I was able to see what was going
to happen.
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