At that moment, when I felt a hand on my shoulder, and before I could even think what I was doing, I reacted by grabbing that hand and putting all my weight on it in an attempt to break it.
My attacker wasn't expecting that and I felt the bone c***k under my arms and a shout of pain filled the small dark space we were in. He stumbled back, dragging me alongside him and landing us both in the well-lit hallway.
And I saw that it was Percy who tried to stop me... and I broke his hand.
I always thought that I would feel nothing or maybe even satisfaction seeing him hurt... but for some reason, his pain didn't bring me any satisfaction... it was quite the opposite actually. I felt sad and a little ashamed of what I did.
He was on his back holding the broken hand to his chest with his eyes c
