Jasmine was about to lunge at Keira again when someone grabbed her wrist from behind and held it tight, so tight that it hurt.
Jasmine turned her head and met a pair of furious eyes.
Donald was standing there in his shirt and trousers, clearly having rushed over as well, his face livid with anger. He yanked Jasmine backward with so much force that, with her bad leg, she lost her balance from the yank and crashed hard onto the floor, banging her injured leg again. In pain, a muffled groan escaped her as cold sweat instantly soaked through her pajamas.
"Jasmine! Have you lost your mind?!" Donald's voice was barely holding back a storm of rage as he stepped in front of Keira like a wall, and Keira immediately ducked behind him.
"I've lost my mind?" Jasmine sat on the floor, looking up at
