The bartender’s rough, unfriendly voice pulled my attention back to him. “Your friend blind or something?” He shot Moth a sour look, his lip curling. “The fuck’s wrong with his eyes?” Anger flared, making my hands clench into fists, but before I could say anything Moth sneered. “I can see well enough to punch you in the fucking mouth.” My lips curled into a tiny smile as the guy’s face blanched, but that mildly disgusted look continued to twist his features.
