Norah
We stare at each other for what feels like a lifetime, the spell between us breaking when I jerk my hands to get a firm, tight grip on the metal. His firm hand jerks back forcefully again in an attempt to snatch the metal from me, but instead, I almost crash into his hard chest, my hands loosening on what remains of the lamp. My body is jerked forward toward him, a low gasp leaving my lips as I steady myself on my shaky feet, trying to stand upright and avoid crashing into him, face first, my breathing hitching from the closeness, my heart pacing so fast that I fear I would have a cardiac arrest any time.
I start to struggle against him trying to snatch the weapon but in a damn second, I am turned 180 degrees, my back is crashed against his body, my both hands held captive in one
