"Your fiancée? B-But she was promised to me. I paid- Ow, ow, ow," Percival whimpered as Damien twisted his hand. The pain shot up to his shoulder.
Any further, and Percival was certain he would have to bandage his arm.
Percival didn't like the glint in Damien's eyes. He was almost certain that if the lady wasn't present, his hand would have been broken.
"I don't have time to see you two fight. I must go home," Eloise said, hoping Damien would focus solely on her. "Would you be so kind as to give me a ride there?"
Percival's eyes widened after hearing that Eloise was going to leave with Damien. "I paid for you. We are to wed and have sons soon."
"Could I trust you to make it to where the carriages are safely without being courted by another man?" Damien asked, his grip on Percival's hand yet to loosen. "I can take you, but I must take care of this first."
Eloise panicked, believing Damien was going to kill someone else. "He is annoying, but you mustn't, you know."
