He turned and walked off, with the rest of his group trailing behind him. Only Winston remained, staring at me angrily.
“Are you out of your mind?” Winston demanded. “Zevian’s furious now. What’s going to come of this for you? You should apologize before things get worse!”
As Winston reached out to grab my wrist, I tried to sidestep him, but another hand clamped down on his arm first. It was Draxon.
Though he looked like a mild-mannered university student, his grip was surprisingly firm.
Winston struggled to withdraw, but Draxon’s hold was still too strong. His face darkened with frustration, asking, “What are you doing? Let go!”
I glanced down to see Draxon’s fingers tightening around Winston’s wrist.
The veins on his arm stood out as Winston grimaced in pain. With an easy smile, Draxon said, “Isn’t it rather rude to lay hands on a lady without warning?”
Winston gritted his teeth and snapped, “Mind your own business!”
Draxon responded casually, “How could it not be my business? I’m the one pursuing her.”
Winston’s gaze turned scornful as he prepared to retort.