RILEY
"What do you want us to do?" Someone from the crowd asked, her voice uncertain. She sounded young, maybe barely eighteen.
Sasha whipped around to face all of them, her face twisted with fury. "You're supposed to beat the silliness out of her! That's what you do when someone disrespects the club! You make them regret it!"
She reached for me again, her hand stretched out like a claw aiming for my hair. But before she could grab me, a voice cut through the tension.
"Just stop, Sasha." It was the blonde with pink streaks, her tone flat now instead of playful. "Think about what you're doing."
"Why should I stop?" Sasha shrieked, spinning to glare at her. "She slapped me! Twice! In front of everyone! I'm not letting that slide!"
The girl in the green bodysuit stepped forward slightly
