Kari wasn't at the bar counter when I walked through the door. Instead Zierra stood there, smiling and talking to a customer who was leaning over the counter to be a lot closer to her than I was okay with. Don't do it. I told myself but it was in vain as the man reached across the counter and grasped her hand. With a growl I stormed over and gripped his wrist hard enough to make him wince and loosen his grip.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't touch my employees," I scowled at him.
He tried to tug his arm back but to little avail. "I wasn't hurting her!"
I yanked him back into his seat, squeezing harder. "Do. Not. Touch, Her."
We locked eyes and he paled as mine flashed black for a split second to emphasize my point. "Okay, ouch, okay!" I released him and he rubbed the joint, which was red from my grip. "Do you always assault your customers?" He spat.
