I had never noticed before how skilled Derek was in combat.

Brandon was kicked with such force that he slid several feet away, knocking over a table. A cacophony of coffee cups crushing to the floor filled the silence briefly.

A very alarmed server came over, but Blake quickly stepped forward to handle him.

"You dare lay hands on what's mine?"

Derek had wrapped me in his arms, and lay me on his chest. Recovering from shock, I could feel the rage pulsing through ...