The scene was a chaotic and bizarre mess.
Second Young Master Sutton was howling on the floor, his entire shoulder bleeding from embedded glass shards. His two assistants, their faces pale, had clearly not expected such a sudden turn of events; they crouched down, trying to shield him. Fragments of glass mixed with spilled liquor spread across the ground. The girl's delicate crystal high heels stood in the gruesome, sticky mess. Her eyes were red as she nestled like a little white rabbit in the arms of a tall, handsome man.
Kian Sterling held Celia Sterling loosely with one arm, his sharp gaze falling on the remnants of the bottle. It was made of thick glass. To shatter it would have taken considerable force.
But he was notoriously protective of his own. He patted Celia Sterling's head reassuringly. "Tell me," he said, "how did he bully you?"
