"Moira!!!!
Faila landed a hot slap across her right cheek, then another on her left cheek before pushing her away from Kieran.
Moira stumbled backwards and crashed into the glass table, breaking it and the glass cup.
"Kieran." Faila frantically tapped him on the cheek. She turned towards Moira, who was writhing in pain. She had a deep cut on her left arm and her thigh.
"What did you do to him?" Faila yelled. "What did you do to my Kieran?"
Moira didn't even look not to talk of give her an answer. She was more concerned about the cuts she has sustained, all thanks to Faila.
Faila, who was greatly angered by Moira's silence, reached for her hair and dragged her into a standing position. She was much taller than Moira, so that gave her a greater advantage.
"Let go of me." Moira cried out in pain. Her head felt like it was being poked by needles.
