Laila’s POV
Sheila’s face went to the side, her cheek red from the sting of my slap. Slowly, her hand came up and gently touched the red mark.
Surprise widened her eyes, but as she seemed to come to understand what had happened to her, she turned toward me, fire sparking in the depth of her gaze. Rage swallowed her, and she stepped toward me with aggression, her hands closed like fists.
In a clumsy burst, she drew her arm back and attempted to hit me. She moved slowly, clearly unaccustomed to fighting. I didn’t like fighting either, but I had been to the gym more than her.
I dodged her blow, then grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm – not enough to break it, just enough to reclaim control of the situation. As she started to go to her knee, I released her and she stumbled away. She str
