"What the fuck, man?" The man said in a Colombian accent, and I paused, sparing him a glance.
"If you want to leave here alive, you better start walking," I warned. Fenrir peeped from the windows of my eyes, and I was certain the man saw the red glow in my eyes because he quickly put his hands up in surrender and turned away.
"What the hell, Alaric? I was having fun!" She yelled into my face.
She was drunk. How did I not see that coming?
"Having fun while letting other men get off by rubbing their cocks on her ass?" I spat back, pulling her as I walked ahead.
"But we weren't doing anything wrong," She breathed in resignation, following my lead. "Where are we going?" She asked when she found us walking farther away from the crowd.
"I apologized to June like you asked, remember?" I asked, and I knew she didn't need anyone to tell her what I meant, "And that man wasn't the only one you turned on with your moves." I added.
