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    “N-No, I would never dare…” he stammered, his voice quaking.


    Lucas’ eyes narrowed to slits. He stepped closer. Without warning, he grabbed the man’s arm and twisted it.


    Crack.


    “Ahhh!” A raw, desperate scream tore from the man’s throat.


    Clutching his injured arm, his expression twisted in torment, as if he had reached the limits of his endurance.


    “Leave. Now,” Lucas said coldly.


    “Y-Yes! Right away!” the man sputtered, nodding.


    Cradling his injured arm, he bolted out of the bar.


    Only then did Lucas turn away. His cold gaze locked onto the figure slumped nearby.


    “Faye,” he called.


    “Faye, Faye.” Belinda reached out and gently patted Faye’s face twice to wake her up.


    Faye stirred with a soft groan. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Belinda’s face.


    She frowned hard.


    “Who the hell are you? Get away from me!” she snapped, shoving Belinda with both hands.


    Belinda hadn’t expected such a reaction. The force of the shove sent her stumbling backward.


    Faye, meanwhile, pulled away and lost what little bnce she had. Her knees gave out.


    Lucas moved instinctively. His arm slipped around Belinda’s waist, steadying her just in time.


    But Faye, left unsupported, copsed with a loud thud against the floor. Her cry of pain pierced the room.


    The pain seemed to sober her up a little. Eyes rimmed red, she looked up, and the first thing she saw was Lucas holding Belinda close.


    “Are you alright?” Lucas asked Belinda.


    Belinda gave a nod. “I’m fine.”


    Watching them, Faye felt her anger burn. Shouldn’t Lucas be worried about her? She was the one who had just hit the floor.


    Only after Belinda assured Lucas that she was fine did he finally turn his gaze to Faye, who was still sitting on the floor. From his towering height, he looked down at her with a cold, piercing stare.


    “You really have no idea how reckless you’ve been, do you?” he growled. “Coming to a bar alone. Gettingpletely wasted. What the hell were you thinking?”


    His words were spat more than spoken, his jaw clenched tight.


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