Chapter 92

Cole steeled herself—now was not the time to get all sick and shaky—and slid down the wall. Which was when…well, she didn’t know exactly what happened. One moment the guy was standing right over her. Then he wasn’t. Something—someone—pulled him away. Hauled him round. The dull smack of flesh against flesh. And two cries. Both pained and slightly shocked.

Her date was staggering, clutching his face, blood squeezing from between his fingers. And behind him was Caspian Hart, looking stern and shadowy and unbelievably there. Cradling his own hand.

She should have been beyond humiliated. She was beyond humiliated. But it didn’t seem like anything that mattered when she was just so happy to see him.

“She was telling you no,” he said in his quietest, iciest, most implacable voice. “She was offering, you deranged bender.”

Her ex-date dabbed at his mouth. “Shitting Christ, my tooth. You don’t just hit people.”

Cole was almost glad she couldn’t see much of Aiden's face because