A pair of sleek high heels clicked on the carpet in front of the booth, drawing all eyes to the woman standing there.
"Nate, are you alright?"
Gwendolyn's soft gaze swept over the group, finally landing on Nathaniel. "I heard you got into a fight, so I came over right away to check on you."
"I'm fine," Nathaniel muttered, brushing it off as if it were nothing.
But the man he'd beaten was still sprawled on the floor, his face a mess of bruises and blood, far from fine.
Gwendolyn's concerned expression remained. "I'll arrange for someone to take you to the hospital."
The man struggled to his feet, glaring with barely concealed fury. "You've gotten cocky, huh? Just a few words and you throw punches?"
Nathaniel stayed silent, but his clenched fists and the tension in his posture made it
