*Ace*
I have paced outside the Wild Alpha Club for more than half an hour. I'm far too familiar with the dangers that await a man who isn't in control of a situation, and I need my world to return to its proper colors rather than the bright red that invaded my vision the second I saw Luna Duckling's injured face.
While she initially blamed it on a door, I recognized a beating, no matter how light, when I see one. The fear and worry mirrored in her eyes merely confirmed what I knew to be true: her husband had smacked her about. It never fails to bludgeon my gut and chest, as though I possess the ability to feel every slap, every punch, every blow.
I thought the walking required before I found a cab would do the trick and reduce my fury somewhat, but I'm still livid as I leap out of the c
