The gigantic man smiled evilly. His face was bloodied, and it made his expression even more monstrous.
Without warning, he reached into the carriage and grabbed a fistful of my hair.
I yelped in pain as he began yanking me out. I held on to the chunk of my hair trapped in his iron grip, desperately trying to resist and make the pain less. I felt some of the hair being ripped out of my scalp, but I kept fighting.
Cece was frozen in fear. Amelia rushed to help me, screaming, kicking, and clawing at the man while trying to pry away his fingers from my hair.
But he was stronger than all three of us combined, even if Cece snapped out of her trance and helped.
I was half-dragged out of the carriage, my upper body dangling over the edge of the door, coming dangerously close to the range of the man's axe.
My leg got stuck on the floor. Something attached to my leg had snagged on the wooden slats of the floor.
The dagger! Luca's dagger!
