Meanwhile, Zion, Maxwell, and Levi abruptly rose, unsteady on their feet. Their faces were flushed, their pupils dilated, clearly struggling to fight whatever influence was clouding their senses. Rage burned behind their eyes as they realized something had gone terribly wrong.
But before they could act, the Tigren women clung to them like leeches, refusing to let go. Their hands roamed boldly, growing more shameless by the second as they touched places they hadn't dared to explore earlier. One particularly brazen woman even slipped her hand into Zion's trousers, her fingers shamelessly seeking the most intimate part of him.
Crack!
"Argh!" the woman screamed in pain, baring her teeth at Zion. He hadn't just twisted her wrist, he'd used so much force that the bone pierced through her skin and stuck out, as if he meant to rip her hand clean off for daring to touch him.
