"Say that again." Like a fallen angel, Milo appears out of the shadows, slamming Andre into the side of the wooden bar, his menacingly frigid gaze burrowing into Andre's pathetic little eyes. Milo bends his right arm ninety-degrees, the recessed lighting on the ceiling reflecting off the silver blade pressed into Andre's stomach. "What did you call her?" "Oh my God!" I gasp. "Milo stop! What're you doing?" He ignores me, leaning closer to Andre who's grinding his teeth. "If you ever look at Kiara again, I will cut out your kidney, understand?"
