Hearing the bone crack, Ruelle's heart pounded louder than before, her vision blurring with anxiety. For a fleeting second, she wondered if coming here had been a terrible mistake.
Gasps escaped from the other customers, yet no one dared to move after what just happened.
The vampire who had touched Ruelle before, now had his cheek pressed hard against the wall. He struggled to pull free but the hand holding him did not budge.
"Unhand me this instant! How dare you put your hands on me?" the vampire hissed, trying to gather his remaining dignity.
Slowly, Ruelle turned her gaze to the person and her breath caught.
Lucian.
For a moment she could only stare at him, her thoughts scattering like frightened birds. What was he doing here?
When Lucian's gaze found hers, Ruelle stared right back at him with wide eyes, unable to form a single word. But then his attention shifted to the faint bruise shadowing her face and something in his expression hardened.
