Devil POV
I tasted copper as I strode back to my seat. The i***t had a stronger right hook than I expected, but I hadn’t wanted to lay him out before he took his swing. Riot thought it was weird, the way I tended to let my opponent go for one hit first. I figured it was just giving them a chance to redeem themselves.
It never worked.
Still, at least Aria didn’t seem scared. I’d caught her gaze after I’d knocked the asshole out, and she seemed more intrigued than anything. I certainly hadn’t expected that reaction.
But then, nothing about her was meeting my expectations so far. And I didn’t know what to do about that.
I slid back onto my stool and reached for my whiskey. Penny had a refill waiting for me.
“You enjoy the show, princess?” I asked.
Her lips twitched. “I don’t think
