Sylvia panted in utter panic and dread.
A wave of anger swept through her body, consuming all of her muscles, bone, and blood and she had instinctively jammed the metallic arrowhead onto the man's chest.
She hadn't thought through it at all. Even when she secretly hid the arrow, she didn't have a clear plan in her mind.
But when the man had nonchalantly groped her, acting as if she was invisible, she had lost control of herself and rammed it into him with every ounce of strength that she could muster.
She knew that she shouldn't have but she still attacked him, hard enough to draw blood from his defined body.
Mikel's gaze shifted. He looked at the arrow on his chest and then at the woman in front of him. His piercing eyes glared at the woman like a beast eying its prey.
"Did my slave just attack me?" The man raised his eyebrows, his voice reaching a dangerous threatening pitch.
"I… I…" Sylvia stammered.
