Maisie
"No!" I screamed, hearing my voice harsh with terror when he came at me. Jerking back, I swung my fist, but he vanished and materialised behind me. All the warning I got was his hand wrenching back my head before he smacked my head into the side of the shelf.
My vision doubled and I tasted copper, but I was used to pain. I twisted, ignoring the rip of my hair from my scalp, and my claws met his skin, ready to slash out his right eye.
But I looked at his face, and he was Gruer again, the man who had saved my life and had sat with me during the darkest moments of my life.
I couldn't do it.
His face twisted into a slash of a dead smile and shock reverberated through me when he slapped me across the face.
