Aurora Sterling hadn't touched a drop of alcohol all night, even dealing with that whole incident with Master Fletcher. And yet, after all that effort, it was all ruined at the last minute. She was done in by a bartender who hadn't even meant her any harm.
The young woman's face instantly flushed bright red, and her eyes reddened as well. Her head began to throb, and her consciousness quickly faded into a fog.
She could no longer make out people's faces. The pounding music assaulted her eardrums, sending her adrenaline surging.
A moment later, Aurora Sterling lost all control of her body and mind, as if her very soul had been ripped away.
She shot to her feet. Her hand, still holding the glass, clenched tight, and the cup shattered instantly. Shards of glass sliced into her small hand, drawing blood that trickled down her skin, but she seemed to feel no pain. She stood there, ramrod straight, her gaze fixed on the bartender with a sinister glare.
