Rose POV

I regained consciousness a few minutes later with a pounding head and a metallic taste of blood in my mouth.

The men and bouncers had taken James and me to one of the backrooms of the pub, providing us with first aid and water. A woman who appeared to be a bartender was examining the cut above my eye.

"What happened?" I croaked, my voice hoarse, and my jaw felt as if it might fall off if I spoke too much.

"Bill and ...