“Drew punched him?” Aria questions flatly. “Like with his hand?” I furrow my eyebrows at her. “How else is he supposed to punch him?” Aria smirks. Like big-time. “What?” “Nothing.” She shakes her head, a self-satisfied gleam to her eyes as she folds her arms over her chest. “Nothing at all. Please,” she waves a hand out at me before tucking it back into her chest, “continue.”
