"Hey, let go of me!"
Erin was petite, almost childlike, standing half a head shorter than Keira.
Being held by Keira like this, she had no choice but to shout in frustration, unable to break free.
She struggled fiercely, refusing to let Keira touch her hair. "Don't touch me! Keira, what do you think you're doing? Let go of me right now. Did you hear me?"
Annoyed, Keira smacked her on the butt, "Quiet!"
Erin froze.
Her entire body stiffened, her pupils contracting as she slowly turned to look at Keira in disbelief. "You—you just slapped my butt!"
"I sure did! Do I need to pick a special day to do it?" Keira retorted, still holding her hair. "If you keep moving, I'll do it again!"
Erin immediately went still, looking at her pitifully.
Keira parted her hair and spotted a scar on the back of Erin's head. Though it wasn't large, it was noticeable—a fine line that had clearly been there for years.
