Juliette
Juliette flew across the room, her instincts acting quicker than her mind, and her arms wrapped around Phillip as a rifle went off, aimed for the cat.
It missed him by an hair's breadth, and Juliette scrambled for the door, barely getting it open before she felt the presence close in behind her.
An iron grip wrapped around her waist and yanked her back like she weighed nothing.
She cried out as she flew across the room, slamming into the small table that held all of her books. The wood cracked, the edge of the table carving into her rib with a jolt so blinding, she couldn't breathe. Her eyes watered from the pain and she let out a wordless cry for help as her arms slipped from around Phillip.
A thick cloud of violence soaked into her skin as she scrambled for anything to protect them with.
