Chapter 155. My Sister

CHARLOTTE

That statement was so unexpected to me.

“What the—what are you—let go of me.”

“I won’t.” He replied and dragged me toward the bed. I pulled back with all my strength, but he was seriously pulling me like his life depended on it.

He was bigger than me, so it wasn’t hard for his weight to overpower me.

Fear rushed through me so sharply my knees weakened.

I have to fight.

This is not the time to get cold feet, Charlotte.

Bite him, find something, anything.

I didn’t think twice before my teeth sank into the back of his hand.

I bit down with every ounce of terror and fury in my body, until the tang of blood flooded my mouth.

It scared me, so I stopped biting.

The pain made his grip loosen for a split second, but he recovered too fast. His wounded hand clamped around my ankle and yanked, pulling me flat onto the bed.

His body came down on me, pinning my legs, and the hard, unmistakable press of his ere