‘Darya? Dolly?’ Timothy rushed in.
He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Darya standing in the middle of the room, looking unscathed. ‘Thank god you are okay. Avery called, said you were—’
The rest of his sentence died in his throat as he took in the other two people present.
He dealt with Howard first. ‘Is this the guy who tried to drug you?’
‘Uh-huh.’
‘Now, wait a minute,’ Howard tried to defend himself. ‘This is an unfortunate misunder—’
‘You motherfucker!’ Timothy punched Howard in the face.
Letting a string of expletives fly, he rained blow after blow on the man’s head and shoulders until Howard was curled up into a ball on the floor, begging for him to stop.
Timothy kicked Howard one last time, straightened up, smoothed down the front of his shirt, then wal
