Lyra, teeth clenched, snatched the bottle out of her hand before she uncapped it. “Kojo wants to talk to you.” The man in question loomed over her shoulder.
Kojo didn’t acknowledge Lyra, who moved out of the way to return to sweeping up. He also didn’t sit, instead leaning against the bar and studying Toria. His show of bravado and dominance made Toria’s skin crawl, but she didn’t stand up. She was shorter off the barstool, anyway. “Good evening, Kojo.”
“I heard you helped out tonight.” He pulled Lyra’s abandoned glass and the whiskey bottle to himself and poured a drink. He didn’t offer Toria a refill.
“I suppose you could call it that. Knocked a few heads, at least.”
“A woman shouldn’t be fighting.”
“A woman should do what she’s trained to do.” Toria rubbed her hands on her thighs t
