I grabbed Yelena by the wrist, my grip firm but not painful, as I pulled her against me. She let out a surprised yelp, her smug smirk faltering as she stumbled into my chest.
"You," I growled, my voice low and dangerous, "let's call the police and see how I bully you." My eyes gleamed with mischief, my lips curving into a dark smirk as I tightened my hold just enough to make her squirm.
Yelena's expression shifted from amusement to mock terror, her free hand flailing dramatically as she tried to wrench herself free.
"Sister, save me!" Yelena yelped, her voice dripping with exaggerated desperation as she glanced at Natalya and Claire, her eyes wide with mock terror.
"He's abusing me! Domestic violence! Help!" She wriggled in my grip, her theatrics over the top, but the smirk playing at the corners of her lips betrayed her amusement.
