Penelope POV
"Let her go first."
My voice did not shake.
The one-eyed wolf blinked. He did not expect me to give in so fast.
A greasy smile spread across his face. He released Eliora's arm with a rough shove.
She stumbled against my back. Her breath hitched, hot and smelling of cheap liquor against my neck.
"That's more like it."
The bastard stepped closer. He raised his hand, his yellow nails reaching straight for my cheek.
My hand moved faster than his eyes could track.
I grabbed a thick gin bottle from the counter.
I slammed the base of it straight down onto his outstretched elbow.
The glass did not break. His arm did.
A wet snap echoed over the bass of the music.
The wolf shrieked. He dropped to his knees, his forearm dangling backward at an impossible angle.
I did not le
