Despite everything, my chest tightened slightly.
He sounded irritated.
Which somehow felt safer than if he sounded angry.
The men remained silent.
Draven sighed quietly.
Then finally looked directly at me.
"There you are."
I immediately moved toward him.
Fast.
Before anyone could stop me.
The second I reached his side, I grabbed his sleeve tightly.
"He grabbed my wrist," I complained instantly, pointing at the first man. "And he pulled my hair."
The entire restroom went still again.
Draven slowly looked toward the man I pointed at.
The poor idiot actually paled.
Draven tilted his head slightly.
"He touched your hair?"
I nodded quickly.
"And my wrist."
Silence.
Then Draven smiled.
Softly.
Beautifully.
Terrifyingly.
"Oh," he said quietly.
The man took another step backward immediately.
Too late.
Draven moved.
Fast enough that I barely saw it.
One second he stood beside me.
The next—
CRACK.
