Charlotte Green pried open the large hand clasped around her waist. He had already been shocked into weakness, making it easy for her to break free.
She sat back down, not even glancing at him, and stowed the small anti-wolf rod back in her bag.
It was after Mrs. Turner saw the terrifying way Kevin Cliff had locked her in the room that day that she had bought this for her. She wanted to ensure that if Charlotte encountered the same situation again, she could use it to protect herself. Not wanting to let Mrs. Turner down, Charlotte had put it in her bag then and had forgotten to throw it away since; she never expected that she would actually need it today.
She had promised herself that she wouldn't go back on her decision; naturally, her heart couldn't soften towards him, it could only become more resolute.
Kevin Cliff lay there, paralyzed, his face so pale it was utterly devoid of color.
He had been watching her continuously, as if begging for her to look his way.
