{ Avina }
Before I could react, his grip tightened like a vise on my upper arm.
“How dare you talk to me like that, you insufferable b***h!” he snapped, his voice echoing in the bar.
His other hand clamped down on my free arm, his rage a tangible force radiating from him, suffocating me with its sheer intensity. The air crackled with unspoken menace as I glared upwards, a primal surge of fury coursing through me, every fiber screaming for retribution.
Then the blue-eyed man moved.
Not walked. Not stepped forward. Moved—a blur of motion so fast I didn’t see him cross the room. One second he was across the bar. The next, his hand locked around the raven-haired man’s shirt collar and ripped him off me. The pressure on my arms vanished. I stumbled backward, my hip slamming into the bar ed
