Instantly, Joanna held Raymond's hands and pushed him away from her. She tilted her head and gaze at where Amos stood.
Although his gaze was focused on her, she couldn't guess how he felt or what went through his mind at that moment.
[Is he angry? Sad? Or disappointed?]
Joanna didn't know what to make out of his neutral expression.
Maybe if he had frowned she would have known he was angry and thought of a way to appease him but not when he refused to let his emotions show.
"Why are all of you hell-bent on getting hurt or even killed tonight? Did you plan this huh?" Joanna retorted. Her gaze moved from one face to the other and finally settled on Raymond's.
"I have told you all not once that this is not the past where I was a damsel in distress. I said I could protect myself now so why aren't any of you listening to me huh?" She berated.
"Do you think I am so useless that I can't do the simplest thing as taking care of myself...,"
