Isabel stumbled back another step, her eyes wide as the drunk guy reached for her arm again. Her fingers twitched at her side, trying to steady herself.
"Hey, you’re gorgeous. You here alone?" he slurred, swaying in place.
Before Isabel could respond, Mercy came out of nowhere, storming across the room with narrowed eyes and her hand raised. She smacked the guy’s arm away with a sharp slap.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" Mercy snapped, standing in front of Isabel.
The guy mumbled something and stumbled backward, rubbing his arm, blinking slowly.
"He’s drunk," Mercy said quickly, turning to Isabel with a guilty expression. "I swear, he’s harmless. I didn’t know he was going to act like that."
Isabel stepped away, brushing her hand through her hair, her breathing shallow. H
