“Whoa, Bart, you need to take your hands off my friend immediately.” Bartholomew shifted his slightly unfocused gaze to my friend and sneered. “Oh yeah? Are you going to make me, Carly?” Her brows rose like she was shocked at his actual audacity. “No,” she admitted, folding her arms with a small smile playing at her lips. “But he will.” I saw the fist coming just milliseconds before it connected with the side of Bart’s head. He released me so abruptly I nearly tumbled with him if not for Carly grabbing my arm and jerking me into the doorway with her. Shocked, I watched Bartholomew Criterion of
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