The tension in the room was palpable as Zephara and my grandmother each held an arm, their grips firm and unyielding. The pain shot through my shoulders, a stark reminder of the physical reality amidst the magical chaos that surrounded us.
"Let go of my arms," I demanded, my voice steady despite the discomfort. They released me almost immediately, their expressions a mix of concern and surprise.
Rubbing my sore arms, I couldn't help but reflect on the oddity of the situation.The sexy grandma said she wanted me to stay, which means that in two days she started to like me. But I think maybe she just wants to upset Zephara by keeping me with her.
"There's no need to fight," I said, addressing both Zephara and sexy grandma. My words seemed to hang in the air, a plea for peace in a room that had seen too much conflict.
