Goaded by his unsavory friends and with the alcohol going to his head, Shane Winters flared up.
"Hey, beautiful, let me get a little touch!" Shane Winters reached for Seraphina Ashworth's face. "This pretty face is really making me itch."
"AH!" Before he could even touch Seraphina Ashworth's face, a pained scream escaped Shane Winters' lips.
Seraphina Ashworth's clear eyes darkened. Her slender, fair hand toyed with a razor-sharp dagger. The keen blade, stained with a speck of blood, was an unnerving sight.
"HISS!" The wound on his wrist sobered Shane Winters up in an instant. He glared viciously at Seraphina Ashworth, his eyes bloodshot, as he clutched his injured right wrist with his left hand. It was useless; blood continued to stream from between his fingers.
The crowd watched, holding their breath. 'So she finally made her move,' they thought. Her swift, clean technique was even more shocking in person than it was in the videos.
