I turned, and seeing Damain holding my hand only reminded me of the sorcerer’s words. I clenched my fists as I stared at him. "What is this, Damain? What are you doing?" I asked him, and he pushed my hand off.
"I should be the one asking you that question, Ella. What do you think you’re doing raising your hand to Larissa?" He asked me, and I turned to see the maid bowing, her hand on her cheeks, and I clenched my fists.
"Are you really here to scold me instead of punishing her?" I asked him, and he scoffed.
"Punish her? Are you serious? What did she do? Why would I ever punish her?" He asked me, and I stepped back in shock.
"She spilled juice over me; why should she not be punished?" I asked as I turned to her again, slapping her across the face, and this time, Damian turned me to hims
