Cornelia's POV
The crowd's collective gasp drowned out the man's agonized yell. Several people were already dialing emergency services while others watched the unfolding chaos with fascination.
"You crazy son of a bitch!" the injured man wailed, cradling his twisted arm as tears poured down his cheeks.
"I warned you to walk away," David replied calmly, his expression showing quiet satisfaction rather than arrogance.
"Don't just stand there like idiots!" the man shrieked at his companions, who had sobered up remarkably fast. "Beat the hell out of this psycho!"
I suppressed the urge to shake my head. This felt like some ridiculous high school drama.
His friends wavered, but their alcohol-fueled pride wouldn't let them retreat.
The first one charged forward with a wild battle cry, fist cocked back for a devastating punch. David simply sidestepped and drove his boot into the attacker's shin. I grimaced at the impact on that vulnerable spot.
