I braced myself for his biting words, but Draxon had other plans. Instantly, he twisted Winston’s wrist and pinned him against the table.
“I doubt I’d appreciate what you were about to say,” Draxon said smoothly. “So, you’d better keep quiet.”
Winston’s eyes blazed with anger. “Let me go, damn it!”
Draxon chuckled, unphased. “Here’s the deal. You apologize to her and I’ll let it slide. If not, then you might not want to hear what I can do.”
He added, “I’ll make you drink every last drop of that leftover liquor on the table.”
Half a second after apologizing, Winston scurried off, tail between his legs.
I turned to Draxon with a hint of concern. “Aren’t you worried he might come after you?”
Draxon flashed a reassuring smile. “I’m just a small fry. He won’t bother with me. Besides, about what I said.”
I sighed deeply. The night had been a whirlwind and I was running on empty.
“Just give me your contact information. If he does come after you, let me know,” I said.
His smile softened as he added me on WhatsApp. When he offered to walk me home, I politely declined.