Kira raised her neck, standing on tiptoe, trying to see Damian chasing after him with her scrutinizing eyes, with blond wavy hair ranging from light to dark features, long hair knotted back, a slender body, tortuous muscles all over his body, only wearing brown leather pants.
When she noticed his primal brutality, she gasped in terror, unable to take her eyes off him, watching him ruthlessly punching a male, hitting and punching him, then lifting him over his shoulders and throwing him outside the ring. I ran outside.
She crouched behind the tavern, emptying all the contents of her stomach, and Stefan knelt behind her, washing with guilt, trying to relieve her. He should not have submitted to her and brought her here. It was a big mistake, knowing his father would kill him this time for
