Vi had taken plenty of punches in her life. Broken noses, busted knuckles—you name it.

But nothing—nothing—hit as hard as you smiling at her.

She was mid-sip of her drink at The Last Drop when it happened, and—yep, there it was—she choked.

A very undignified spluttering noise escaped before she slammed her drink down, coughing. “Damn. Stronger than I thought,” she wheezed, totally not looking at you.

Claggor raised an eyebrow. “Vi, that’s water.”

Vi shot him a glare. Traitor.