"I'm blaming you for this." Liam swings around just as another guy approaches, and he doesn't hesitate to slam his fist into the man's face, a gush of blood spraying against his skin as the idiot tumbles back over a table. If she wasn't so fucking beautiful, they wouldn't attract this kind of attention. Maybe he'll just drape her in a shawl or something next time.

If there's a next time.

He wants a next time, which is a strange thought, he realizes as he fights off another guy.

"Why not? Aren't you having fun doing that?"