LAURA
The look on the bartender's face was priceless.
His eyes were amused as they darted between me and Alex, his amusement growing even more when he took in the tense lines of my shoulder and the tight scowl on Alex's face.
He wasn't even bothered that this man was about to kill him. Probably because he already knew that he wasn't the one going to get killed. Alex was.
I didn't know what the expression on my face was since I couldn't see myself, but I was very sure that I was wearing a look equally as murderous as the one the man beside me wore.
And it wasn't because I wanted to kill the bartender, no, how could it be?
It was because I wanted to kill the man who had decided to casually throw his hand over my shoulder as though we were long time friends. Or more.
"W
