Chapter 197 His Pain And My Helplessness

• But Jeniece wasn't unprepared.
• “Well, well,” she purred, her smirk dripping with amusement. “Look who’s slipped loose of her leash.”
• I lunged, but she merely lifted her palm—no effort, no incantation—and the glass in my grip exploded into shards, slicing my fingers. Blood beaded on my skin, but I didn’t flinch. Instead, I let the ruined cloth fall and crooked two fingers at her, daring her forward.