She swayed.
One step. Two.
Then her knees folded.
“s**t…” one of the guards moved, caught her before she could crash to the floor. His arm wrapped around her waist.
Another hand grazed her breast.
Too long.
Too f*****g long.
Sera stilled.
Then she laughed.
Laughed like a girl who’d been f****d by the devil and spat back in his face.
“Let. Me. Go.”
But when the bastard didn’t move fast enough, her tone snapped like a whip.
“I said let me the f**k go!”
The guard blinked.
His grip didn’t loosen.
His fingers were still on her side, too close to her tit, still holding her like she was his to touch.
“You motherfucker,” she snarled, shoving him back with what little strength she had, staggering in the process but refusing to f*****g fall. “You think this is your chance, huh?”
She
