"No Sheriff, I have no idea who that man is, I simply saw him accosting my employee, and I reacted regrettably. I am happy to pay for any damage to the establishment that our disagreement caused," Taylor spoke through gritted teeth. His jaw was bruised, and his head pounded.
It took six guys, big f*****g Shifters, to pull him and that asshole apart. After they'd been all but shoved outside the two men had unleashed hell on each other. Taylor still smelled the coppery scent of blood from his own split lip and other various cuts and bruises.
He was happy to note most of the blood on his clothing was not his. True, he was the prettiest Devlin, but he fought like a goddamn bull, or er, bear, when the occasion called for it.
Marcus was settling their tab and apologizing to Mike, the owner o
