“You are in no place to tell me not to touch my girlfriend,” Lucian’s eyes were deadly as he glared at Vyr.

“And you’re in no place to touch the girl you turned into a crying mess,” Vyr’s tone was condescending, his gaze unwavering.

A small crowd began to gather around them, drawn by the palpable tension. Zeda could feel their curiosity, and she was sure their phones were already out, recording every second.

Lucian looked momentarily embarrassed. “I just want to talk to ...