In a flash, Justin slapped me hard across the face. I was already weak, and the force of it knocked me to the floor.
Dusty had been napping on the bed. Hearing the noise, he jumped down and tried to bite Justin’s hand.
But how could a small fox take on a grown man? With one blow, Justin sent him flying across the room. Dusty hit the floor hard and let out a weak cry.
“Dusty!”
My heart dropped. He was still so fragile; there was no way he could take a hit like that.
Justin stepped on my hand as I tried to crawl toward Dusty. Looking down at me with cold disdain, he spat, “As long as you behave, I’ll let you and that thing live. But if you ever upset Maisie again, I’ll kill him myself.”
