Author's POV
On the rooftop terrace, the drunk male had finally regained his composure.
Damian Brooks sat in the chair Lina had occupied earlier, lifting the glass of juice she'd left half-finished.
His cheek still burned where she'd slapped him—the first time in his privileged life that a female had dared strike him.
"Interesting," he murmured, studying the lipstick mark on the rim of the glass. "First she-wolf who's ever had the balls to hit me. Little hedgehog has thorns."
He raised the glass toward his lips, fully intending to taste where her mouth had been.
*CRASH.*
A throwing knife sliced through the air and shattered the glass in his hand. Juice and glass shards exploded everywhere. Fresh cuts appeared across Damian's palm, blood welling up immediately.
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