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fast enough to be a blur even to her eyes.
Then Logan was in front of her, his wide shoulders blocking her view of the three attackers. Jack, on the other hand, was high in the air, his head almost touching the low roof, one thick hand around his neck.
All Abby could see of Logan’s face was his profile, but every muscle stood out over his body.
And, from the way his eyes practically blazed death, he looked pissed.
Chapter 9
J ack’s feet kicked frantically in the air, his fingers clawing at the hand around his throat.
Abby stood rooted to the spot, stunned by this unexpected turn of events.
Logan said nothing, just stared up at the man he held aloft by the neck. Asshat's face was growing redder by the second, and Abby felt a fierce satisfaction that he was getting what he deserved.
When did I become so mercenary?
Probably since meeting Logan. He really was magnificent, all bulgy muscles and angry Alpha-male protectiveness. The little voice inside Abby's head definitely approved, and for once she actually agreed with the new, more brutal part of her psyche.
Geez, schizo much, Abby?
Andrew chose that moment to bump her shoulder. His gaze was on the Asshat's two companions, who looked ready to charge in. Abby's fingernails dug into her palms, torn on what to do.
Logan noticed them too. His attention strayed, and Abby was certain she saw a savage gleam enter his eye. He wanted them to attack; she saw the anticipation in his face, the way his muscles bunched as if readying himself for a fight. She could all but smell the eagerness on him.
Behind the other men, she saw the bartender grab his cellphone and start punching in numbers. That jarred her back to the real world, the one where humans were humans and didn't take well to anything different.
Revenge on Asshat would have to wait.
She edged close to the large man and put her hand on Logan's arm. Quick as lightening, his free hand grabbed her wrist, and Abby gave a surprised gasp.
That sound, more than anything, finally jogged him out of his single-minded focus of his quarry. He blinked long and slow, then turned to look at Abby. A line formed between his brows as he looked first at his hand on Abby, then at the one holding Asshat-Jack high in the air.
"You need to let him go," Abby said in a low voice, aware that every eye was on them now. It occurred to her that the entire event had only spanned a handful of seconds, but it felt like an eternity.
A muscle ticked along Logan's jaw, and for a moment Abby thought he was just going to finish off the man he was holding. Then with a grunt, he let go of his prey, who fell to the ground in a heap.
Logan's eyes went to his hand wrapped almost painfully hard around Abby's wrist. The furrow deepened along his brow at the sight, and he let her go suddenly like she burned him. Her wrist was red from his grip and she cradled it for a moment, determining quickly that it wasn't hurt.
Logan, however, staggered back a step from her, his eyes wide and stricken. Without a word, he turned around and fled the building, his booted feet making no sound against the old wood floor.
"I'm going to sue you when I get back home." Asshat's voice was gruff and wobbly, whether from fear or the hand at his throat, Abby couldn't tell. "I'm going to fucking sue every last one of you for every dime you've got."
Abby’s lips curled back into a snarl, but this time Andrew was faster, letting loose a kick that hit Asshat-Jack in the ribs. The violence put her at ease again, a fact that might have worried her any other time, but she was tired of being worried, and done with being afraid. It was all she'd done for the last week, worry about her condition and what it meant and how her life was over.
All that was left was indifference, and she embraced it. Abby stared coldly down at her slanderer, then over at his friends, who hadn't lifted a finger the entire time to help. They deserved one another.
"For the record," she said, her voice flat,
Then Logan was in front of her, his wide shoulders blocking her view of the three attackers. Jack, on the other hand, was high in the air, his head almost touching the low roof, one thick hand around his neck.
All Abby could see of Logan’s face was his profile, but every muscle stood out over his body.
And, from the way his eyes practically blazed death, he looked pissed.
Chapter 9
J ack’s feet kicked frantically in the air, his fingers clawing at the hand around his throat.
Abby stood rooted to the spot, stunned by this unexpected turn of events.
Logan said nothing, just stared up at the man he held aloft by the neck. Asshat's face was growing redder by the second, and Abby felt a fierce satisfaction that he was getting what he deserved.
When did I become so mercenary?
Probably since meeting Logan. He really was magnificent, all bulgy muscles and angry Alpha-male protectiveness. The little voice inside Abby's head definitely approved, and for once she actually agreed with the new, more brutal part of her psyche.
Geez, schizo much, Abby?
Andrew chose that moment to bump her shoulder. His gaze was on the Asshat's two companions, who looked ready to charge in. Abby's fingernails dug into her palms, torn on what to do.
Logan noticed them too. His attention strayed, and Abby was certain she saw a savage gleam enter his eye. He wanted them to attack; she saw the anticipation in his face, the way his muscles bunched as if readying himself for a fight. She could all but smell the eagerness on him.
Behind the other men, she saw the bartender grab his cellphone and start punching in numbers. That jarred her back to the real world, the one where humans were humans and didn't take well to anything different.
Revenge on Asshat would have to wait.
She edged close to the large man and put her hand on Logan's arm. Quick as lightening, his free hand grabbed her wrist, and Abby gave a surprised gasp.
That sound, more than anything, finally jogged him out of his single-minded focus of his quarry. He blinked long and slow, then turned to look at Abby. A line formed between his brows as he looked first at his hand on Abby, then at the one holding Asshat-Jack high in the air.
"You need to let him go," Abby said in a low voice, aware that every eye was on them now. It occurred to her that the entire event had only spanned a handful of seconds, but it felt like an eternity.
A muscle ticked along Logan's jaw, and for a moment Abby thought he was just going to finish off the man he was holding. Then with a grunt, he let go of his prey, who fell to the ground in a heap.
Logan's eyes went to his hand wrapped almost painfully hard around Abby's wrist. The furrow deepened along his brow at the sight, and he let her go suddenly like she burned him. Her wrist was red from his grip and she cradled it for a moment, determining quickly that it wasn't hurt.
Logan, however, staggered back a step from her, his eyes wide and stricken. Without a word, he turned around and fled the building, his booted feet making no sound against the old wood floor.
"I'm going to sue you when I get back home." Asshat's voice was gruff and wobbly, whether from fear or the hand at his throat, Abby couldn't tell. "I'm going to fucking sue every last one of you for every dime you've got."
Abby’s lips curled back into a snarl, but this time Andrew was faster, letting loose a kick that hit Asshat-Jack in the ribs. The violence put her at ease again, a fact that might have worried her any other time, but she was tired of being worried, and done with being afraid. It was all she'd done for the last week, worry about her condition and what it meant and how her life was over.
All that was left was indifference, and she embraced it. Abby stared coldly down at her slanderer, then over at his friends, who hadn't lifted a finger the entire time to help. They deserved one another.
"For the record," she said, her voice flat,
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