Chapter 122 My Angel | 015

NOELLE

Sabrina's grip on my wrist is unyielding, her nails digging half-moons into my skin. Her yellow eyes glow brighter, her pupils narrowed to slits, like a predator's.

I try to yank my hand out of her grip, but she doesn't even flinch. Instead, she yanks me closer until our faces are inches ap...