They surged forward—muscles rippling under tight shirts, tough, ruthless, efficient. They plowed into Sara Graves's gaggle of toxic friends, shoving them aside like ragdolls. The private room descended into chaos.
I didn't hesitate.
I darted through the confusion, wound my hand into Sara's hair, and yanked her head back. *Smack. Smack.* Two sharp slaps echoed through the room.
She tried to claw back, but Ava Finch was faster. Ava drove her heel into the small of Sara's back. Sara stumbled in her eight-centimeter stilettos, knees hitting the floor with a heavy thud.
Right in front of me.
No mercy. I gripped her hair tighter, forcing her face up, and delivered two more stinging slaps.
Just as satisfaction began to settle in—
The door burst open.
Adrian Vance stormed in. Disheveled. Chest heaving with fury.
"Stop it! All of you, stop!"
His face was a mask of ice, eyes burning with suppressed rage. He shoved me aside hard enough to make me stumble, then immediately scooped Sara up from the floor.