Charlotte
I charge in behind him but as I catch up with Michael, “No, you don't.” Grabbing my wrist, he revolves me with a speed that sets my head reeling, then shoves me back towards my Master, who is right behind me.
He grabs my arm, holding tight and tugging me to him. “Stay out of it.” He pins me with his gaze. “Michael can handle this.”
My mother is down, backed against the wall, feet scrabbling to get away from Frank. “Don’t you touch me you bastard!" Her nose is bleeding and her arms are raised over her face as he looms over her, hand raised.
From behind Michael folds fingers into Frank’s shirt at the shoulders, lifting him back and away from her, then spins him and lunges forward, forehead first. Frank's nose explodes blood.
“Not so much fun when you're on the receiving end is
