The sound of laughing rattled the night as the bandits gathered around Zoey who sat on the floor, clutching her broken arm.
“What's the matter, sweetie? Hope my question doesn't scare you?” the tall man holding the gun said, reaching his fingers closer to touch Zoey's cheek.
She pulled her face away, and just then a voice shattered the silence.
“Step away from the lady.”
Roland stepped in, halting two feet away with fingers clenched into fists.
The man who was squatting beside her pulled his hands away and turned around to Roland.
“And who the hell are you?” the man asked.
The others all turned to face him, sharp eyes glistening in the dark.
“Walk away, freak or you'll regret it,” One of them said.
Roland didn't flinch. He narrowed his gaze on Zoey who was still on the floor, no
