Tears filled my eyes and ran down my cheeks—I felt sick and grossed out by his touch, my skin prickling uncomfortably. When Hellen or Reyes held me, it always felt nice and secure, but this was all wrong, his smell turning my stomach.
I struggled harder, my smaller body no match for his strength, choking out sobs as I said, "Get off me!" louder. He just gripped me firmer and gave a low, mocking laugh right by my ear.
Suddenly, he was shoved back hard—I stumbled into a familiar embrace, strong arms wrapping safe around my waist, honey-citrus scent flooding comforting as my high ponytail brushed her shoulder.
"Hellen?" I whispered, emerald eyes blinking up through tears, petite frame sagging relieved against her red jacket.
She had a blank look on her face, ice-blue eyes locked cold on Felix. "Felix, you should go from here before I lose control."
