Chapter 293

Yerick was six feet tall and could have brought me down to the floor if he had pulled my arm harder. I swayed in place as I struggled to regain my footing, but Jewel came up to us before I could snap at him. She looked stormy, and for a moment, I was shocked to realize she was not as beautiful up close. Why did I ever think she was pretty? Perhaps one's face was determined by one's feelings. Judging by how twisted she was, it made sense that her appearance would reflect it. "Yerick, come here!" Jewe seethed, glowering at her younger sibling. "Madeline, save me!" Yerick pleaded like a helpless child behind me. I rolled my eyes and cursed his wimpy ass. Annoyed, I snapped, "Let go of me!" "Madeline, please!" he begged, gluing himself to me as a child would when asking for favors. I gritted my teeth and raised my leg, bringing my heel down on Yerick's foot. He yelped in pain and let go out of instinct. My arm freed. I rubbed my skin against my shirt as if to wipe off the feel of