I always believed that beauty had little value when it was compensating for a lack of substance. I prodded the man’s chin upwards with a flick of my wrist, my gaze as cold as a winter’s frost.
“Proceed with caution—the police will be the least of your concerns if you continue with this behavior.” With that, I delivered a swift knee to his solar plexus, the blow landing with a satisfying thud that echoed around the confined space.
His face twisted in a grimace of pain as his grip slackened. “What in the heavens are you doing?”
A surge of Miu’s mana tugged at my senses, and I hastily shrugged off the man’s encroaching arms, placing space between us once more. With a gesture, the dragon pulled back the smoldering black flames growing between his palms, snuffing them out as if they were never there.
Nursing his tender midsection, the man complained, “That hurt.”
“It was meant to,” I retorted, sneering with disdain.
