He walked straight to us. Looked at me. Then at my wrist.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Some guy grabbed me. Jace and Leo handled it."
"Where is he?"
"Gone. He left."
Ridge looked around the club. His eyes scanning every face.
"Ridge," I said. "It's fine. I'm okay."
He looked at me. "You're not okay. Your wrist is red."
"It's nothing."
"It's not nothing."
Dane put a hand on Ridge's shoulder. "She's fine. The brothers handled it. Let's just get them home."
Ridge didn't move. Just kept looking at me.
"We're leaving," he said finally.
"What? No. We haven't been here that long."
"I don't care. We're leaving. Now."
I looked at the girls. They all looked uncomfortable.
"Ridge, please. We're having fun."
"Fun? You call getting grabbed fun?"
"That's not what I meant."
"I don't car
