But Claire's silence only fueled Yara Quincy's rage.
In a fit of fury, Yara slammed Claire Sinclair against the wall and slapped her hard across the face.
SLAP—
Claire's ears rang, and the world seemed to spin.
Seeing how pathetically weak Claire's struggles were, Yara's confidence surged. She slapped her again, her voice growing more belligerent. "You're not going to talk, are you? Well? Are you going to talk!"
Claire Sinclair clenched her jaw. Stubborn as ever, she refused to make a single sound.
She was filled with anger and despair.
'Last time it was his mother, and now his sister.'
'Heh… Enough!'
Claire suddenly ducked her head and bit down hard on her attacker's arm.
"AHHH—" Yara shrieked. Furious and frantic, she started pummeling Claire's head with her free hand. "Claire Sinclair, let go! Let go of me!"
'Let go?'
'Not unless she begs for mercy.'
Claire latched onto her hand like a leech, refusing to let go.
