I’d waited years to give Rafael a piece of my mind. Now that I had, I was ready to put him in my past once and for all. Unfortunately, he was either too arrogant or too stupid to realize I wasn’t joking. He grabbed my arm when I attempted to brush past him. A sour feeling spread through my chest. “Scarlett, I was just—” “Don’t touch her.” My gaze flew to the right just in time to see Asher blaze a path toward us with Vincent hot on his heels. Oh, fuck. Rafael dropped my arm. Asher punched him. And everything went to hell—again.
