Rose
Steven is still standing, blood trickling down his temple, looking shell-shocked. Victor, on the other hand, looks calm and composed. “You don’t touch Rose like that, Steven. I ought to break your arms.”
Steven opens his mouth but then closes it as if he doesn’t know how to respond yet. His eyes are blazing with anger. His ego must be bruised. He raises his fist and charges toward Victor, aiming for his face.
I gasp. I didn’t want anyone else to get involved with my problems with Steven, but now here is Victor, getting punched in the face because of me.
But to my surprise, Victor is too quick for him. He ducks and lands a powerful punch on Steven’s stomach, causing him to fall to the ground.
What the hell? Where did he learn that move!?
Steven groans in pain, clutching his stoma
