Chapter 203. Did You Touch My Mate?

*Isla*

“Get–her–out–of–FUCK!” Antony takes the warrior by the shoulders, bending the man at the waist before driving his knee up into the man’s chin. “Get her out of here, Isla!”

I’m scrambling to get Poppy off the bed. She’s hurt again, but actively fighting against me as I drag her by the waist across the room and away from where Antony is beating the warrior into a bloody pulp.

“The knife is still in his chest!” Poppy howls, clawing my arms.

“Stop fighting me!” I cry, but she kicks her legs, pressing all her weight into her heels to halt my progress.

The warrior breaks free of Antony’s grasp and pushes him away at the same time he grabs the knife and twists. Antony shouts–and to my great surprise–slaps the warrior across the face.

I freeze, obviously in shock, and fight the urge to laugh in disbelief as Antony shoves the warrior away and removes the knife from his chest himself, tossing it across the room.

“Slap him again!” Poppy roars. I