Dayshawn tugged on my arm, his eyes were on his brother, who kept his hand on me. However, when he tugged harder, Razbill loosened it a little. He hadn't noticed so he tugged once more. I felt as Razbill's fingers slid off my hand before it fell into Dayshawn's chest together with my face. I gasped at the impact and instantly glared at Razbill to throw him the blame. Why not? He could have tightened his hold on me. Or at least let Dayshawn know he was willing to continue this tug of war. He didn't. He simply let me be pulled hard like that.
Dayshawn kindly helped me get back on my balance. I stood next to him as we both studied at Razbill coldly. But as the casual, reserved guy that he was, he shrugged in defeat and turned around. Which honestly was the least of my expectations. He always
