Chapter 268

  Luckily, he doesn’t need to do anything as Leila yelps and then squeaks, spinning my head back to see Daniel walking our way with her thrust over his shoulder, arms and legs flailing, as she screams obscenities at his back hauling at his shirt to fight him. Daniel looks grim and strides purposefully past us. His face is a picture of sheer anger, yet the boy obviously has muscles. He has Leila in a grip that means she can’t get out, he’s not even reacting to the weight of her, nor is he disturbed by the lashing violent outbursts happening down his back.

  “I fucking hate you!” Leila is yelling at the top of her lungs, in his strong embrace, hauling his shirt up his back, twisting it around her fists.