Chapter 24: My Favorite
Lauren
Before I could answer she reached up and caught my wrist. The movement was quick and efficient. She twisted just enough to force my grip to loosen, sending a sharp line of pain through my forearms.
I gasped and stumbled backward as my hands fell away from her. Elizabeth stepped back, rubbing the red marks forming on her as though she’d merely brushed against a thorny branch instead of another person.
“Touch me again,” she said quietly, leaning close enough that only a few people could hear, “and next time it won’t be your brother’s nose that needs fixing.”
The threat landed.
I glanced around at the watching faces, calculating the situation, already recognizing that the moment had slipped out of my control.
Elizabeth seemed to understand that too. S
