Lila’s POV
The moment she asked me not to move an inch, I knew I was dead. My heartbeat accelerated and all kinds of thoughts spiraled in my mind. I ignored her warning and bolted out the front yard.
I could swear I was almost out before I felt her hand on my hair, fear ran through me as a shiver ran down my spine. I yelped in pain because of how tight her grip was on my hair.
“Lady, we can settle things without you grabbing my hair; that’s what cultured people do,” I said nervously, fear written all over my face the moment I turned to see her bloodshot eyes.
Was she that angry because of me, or was there more to it? I was still lost in thought before she forcefully yanked my hair backward all of a sudden, making me feel pain like my head was about to be removed from my head.
I let
