Before I knew what I was doing, I'd shoved my way across the dance floor and clamped my hand on Vincent's shoulder tight enough he flinched and pulled back from Rachel to see who the interloper was.
That hand on her ass, had made me throw away all my rationality out of the invisible window.
"Can I help you?" His tone dripped with disdain as he looked me over, obviously unimpressed by my lack of designer clothes and fancy accessories. Tough shit. Maybe he'd be more impressed by my fist in his face.
I hated these kind of 'highbloods' as they call themselves. Always thinking that they are above everyone else like they live seven hundred years more than the normal human being.
Especially the type to show off with daddy's money.
"Yes." I bared my teeth in a semblance of a smile. "Remove your hands from her before I remove them for you."
Am pretty sure he thought it was just an innocent scare and I wouldn't dare act upon it.
Oooh, how fucking wrong he was!
