Chapter 17: Standing Up for Her!

Eva Thubron snapped her hand up, ready to bring another slap down. A split second later, her wrist was clamped in a vise. Sia Thubron had squeezed her eyes shut. She waited. The slap never landed. Instead, a familiar scent drifted close. Cool cedar, crisp and clean. Along with it came a presence so oppressive it made people instinctively hold their breath. Eva tried to wrench free, but her arm would not budge. The grip felt as if it could crush bone. She was just about to scream when she turned...