A Layer of Frost

From his movements, he was trying to press Lucille's head down and force her to apologize to Zoey. What a b*stard. Who did he think he was? Lucille did not move. Her gaze was covered in a layer of frost. She was willing to bet that the moment Samuel touched her, she would not hesitate to kick him in the crotch. She would bless him by making sure he would never be able to have any children. However, just as Samuel's hand was about to come into contact with Lucille's shoulder, a stone came flying from nowhere and hit the back of Samuel's hand. The force contained within the stone was odd. It hit his tendons accurately. Samuel was caught off guard and subconsciously retreated, but it was still too late. The back of his hand went numb. "Who? Who is it?" Samuel was in so much pain that his face turned pale. He looked around to look for the person who threw the stone. Sensing something, Lucille turned around and looked over as well. Under the shade of a nearby tree, a tall and slender figure