Trina took one wide-eyed look at me and pulled me in for a hug. “I am so sorry, Laura. One second Rook was sitting there, and the next he was gone… And then Talon was gone. Are you okay?”
I nodded, but her eyes lingered on my neck and I wondered how bad it must have looked. “That son of a b***h. I hope Talon got his hands on him…?”
She glanced to Talon, who was setting the case of Heineken down on the bar.
I nodded with a small smile, holding up my right hand where bruises were starting to form on my knuckles. “Yeah. I did, too.”
“My girl!” She grinned, pulling me in for another hug. “Go get yourself cleaned up. Consider yourself relieved from duty. I’ll be fine here.”
“Okay,” I sighed, reaching for an empty shot glass. “But I could use a drink first.”
I poured myself a shot of whisk
