The three exchanged a look. 'Who did she get on the wrong side of this time? Well, it's got nothing to do with me!'
"Which one of you is Seraphina Sterling?" a one-eyed man carrying a large iron bar roared at the three of them.
Simon and Genevieve Churchill glanced at Seraphina. 'Where on earth did you manage to piss off this murderous-looking crew?'
Seraphina's slender eyebrows nearly knitted together. 'How should I know!'
"You! That's right, you! Get over here!" The one-eyed man locked his gaze on Seraphina. "Someone paid me to come teach you a lesson. To make you remember your place and what someone of your status should and shouldn't be doing! Don't overreach, or it won't be just a broken arm next time! Today, me and my boys are gonna bust this arm of yours!"
