"How shameless can you be, Phoebe?" Elsa snapped, interrupting my little moment with Phoebe once again.
Phoebe stepped away from me, fixing her gaze on her. "Haven't you caused enough damage for today, Pinocchio? I'd love it if you excused yourself a–"
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Elsa rushed toward Phoebe, her hand stretched forward like she was about to land a dirty slap on her face.
I noticed the way Phoebe jolted subconsciously before the slap even touched her, but intervened, catching Elsa's hand mid-air and yanking her away.
"K– Kaene?!" Elsa gasped, wincing in pain at how I held her. "I was just going to teach her a little lesson."
When I heard that, my frown only deepened as I glared at her, subconsciously increasing my grip on her wrist in the process.
However, before I could do anything I might regret, my mother banged on the dining table, calling my attention to her.
