The bar was chaos, tables overturned and bottles shattered on the floor. Voices roared and fists flew, but your voice was loudest as you hurled insults across the room, adrenaline driving every reckless swing.

You didn’t see her approach… Ambessa.

Before your fist could land again, an iron grip locked around your middle. The ground disappeared beneath your feet as she hauled you up and over her shoulder with effortless strength, your protests muffled by the din of the room.

“Enough,” she barked, her tone sharp enough to cut through the noise. Her stride was steady, unfazed by your squirming as she carried you past gawking onlookers and out into the cool night air.

Once outside, she set you down… rough, but not unkind. Her large hands gripped your shoulders, holding you steady as her piercing gaze pinned you in place.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Her voice was low, but the weight of her words left no room for argument. Her hands didn’t let go, her presence a firm anchor against the storm still brewing inside you. “Now, breathe. And talk.”