Angelique’s POVI’d never get used to it.I didn’t mean the random flashes of memories from five years ago.I meant this. The sight of drunken customers getting flung into chairs, buried beneath the shatters of wood.And I had one man to thank for that.Mikael.There I stood behind the counter and sighed.The rundown tavern was always infested with drunks, and Mikael, a friend I didn’t ask for but got anyway, was the terminator.“Mr. Bronn is gonna be so pissed. Mikael!”“Yes, Angel.”With a smile, the tall, brown-eyed, curly-haired man faced me.He grinned wide, regardless of the blood dripping from his knuckles. Heck, some of it even painted his cute face.I kept staring at him, palms flat on the counter, lips tugged to one side.“Must you always do this?” I asked, ending up chuckling.He drew closer, settling on a high stool, leaning in until our noses brushed.“He touched your arm last week,” Mikael sneered. “He deserves this.”First, I glanced at the unconscious man, then burst
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