I lunge forward again, but those big arms lock tighter around me. They belong to Hunter, I realize. But even if I’d been able to charge, I’m nowhere near as fast as Fitz. One second he’s seated, the next he’s got Douchebag Davey by the collar. “She was asking for it?” Fitzy hisses. “Did those words really just come out of your filthy, rapist mouth?”
