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“Zan,” Walker tried again, his voice shaking slightly. “I’m sorry.”
“Put your hand on the fucking bar.”
I couldn’t see Zan’s face since my back was to him, but if his voice was anything to go by, I could only imagine the look he was giving Walker. He sounded every inch of the ruthless, terrifying vampire I knew he could be. Who he was.
“I didn’t do anything,” Walker sneered, his voice lacking vigor even though he was trying to sound confident. “I was just talking to her. I do my job here just like everyone else. I’m allowed to have some fun.”
Zan let out a dark chuckle. Then he moved. His hand disappeared under the bar for a split second, and then he was beside me and reaching over the counter. He snatched Walker’s free hand and yanked it closer before slamming it onto the glossy wood. Walker had to stay slightly hunched from how far Zan pulled his hand.
A gasp escaped me when Zan slammed another jagged blade into Walker’s other hand. His scream tore through the air, pain etched on his face. He shifted, his stance awkward as he stayed leaned over the bar counter. I was sure with his vampire strength, he could probably pull his hands free. But I couldn’t imagine how badly that would hurt. My gaze went past Walker when I noticed a few vampires were inching toward the exit.
“No need to leave,” Zan said loudly, capturing everyone’s attention. “Walker here is going to tell us why he thought he could have fun with my girl.”
He pushed on the hilt, shoving the blade down even more, making Walker grimace. Nerves swirled in my stomach as I worked hard to keep my face expressionless and my heartbeat calm.
“I didn’t mean any disrespect,” Walker panted, his eyes darting to his bloodied hands before glancing at me.
“No?” Zan asked, resting his hands on the counter. “Then why do I feel disrespected?”
Walker opened his mouth only to close it again, fear building on his face. Zan looked up, addressing everyone.
“We give you all a good life,” he said loudly. “Blood. Drinks. Fun. All we ask in return is to do the job assigned to make sure humans don’t get the upper hand. Does anyone in here feel like we’re unfair?”
There was only silence in response. No one even moved.
“My brothers and I have never made unfair requests,” Zan continued, his eyes filling with distaste as he looked back at Walker. “Kali is the one soul in this city that I’ve asked everyone not to touch. That necklace means she’s mine. Does that seem like an unfair request to you, Walker?”
“No,” Walker stammered out. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
Zan didn’t reply as he pushed off the bar and then slowly walked away from me. He didn’t motion for me to follow, so I stayed right where I was in front of Walker, who was tracking Zan’s every move with panic growing on his features. Until Zan moved out of his sight when he stepped up behind him.
“I don’t accept your apology,” Zan murmured in a lethal voice. He suddenly fisted Walker’s hair, ripping his head back with such force that Walker’s entire body was yanked back. He let out a hoarse scream when his hands were jerked against the blades. New blood trailed down his skin, dripping onto the bar.
“I’m sorry,” Walker shouted, terror thick in his voice. “I won’t touch her again.”
“Don’t apologize to me.” Zan kept a tight grip in his hair while forcing his head down a bit until Walker was staring right at me. “It’s her that you should be pleading with. She’s the one you touched when she didn’t want it. Go ahead, beg for your life. Because it’s in her hands.”
“Her?” Walker choked out, his eyes bulging in shock. “She’s nobody?—”
Zan slammed Walker’s face onto the counter, making him bellow in pain. I internally flinched, hearing bones crunch, and when Zan forced Walker’s head back up, blood poured from his shattered nose.
Zan tsked, his voice taunting. “It doesn’t sound like you’re really sorry.”
“I am,” he shrieked, glancing at me. “I’m fucking sorry. I won’t ever talk to you again. I won’t even look at you.”
For the first time since he appeared, Zan’s gaze finally locked on mine. His green eyes were dark with anger, but I caught a gleam of mischief as he gave me a wicked grin.
“Do you accept his apology, Kali?”
My stomach bottomed out as I held his stare. Either way I answered, I doubted Walker was going to survive this. So why did it matter what I thought? Until I noticed a shift in the energy surrounding the club. The vampires weren’t just looking at Zan. They were focused on me. Looking at me with a trace of fear in their eyes. Zan was proving that I wasn’t just someone he was fucking.
He was demanding respect for me.
And if I showed weakness in this moment, they would see me as nothing. Letting my eyes go cold, I lifted my chin.
“No,” I answered in a deadly voice. “I don’t accept his apology.”
Walker’s face morphed into terror. “Wait, wait?—”
