The rush of adrenalines made Ryley forget the fresh cut on his face. But more than anything else, the blond was terrified that these people would do something that could hurt his baby.
"Not your fault? Of course it's your fault!" One of them roared angrily, "If you hadn't come and showed off like that, we would have gotten more handkerchiefs than you did!"
As they stepped up to corner him, Ryley kept stepping backwards with his trembling hand readily shielding his stomach.
His body slightly swayed when he accidentally stepped on a rod, but then he quickly grabbed it from the ground and gritted his teeth, trying to keep away these people who saw him as nothing but a prey.
"T-then go! Go take those handkerchiefs, I don't care! Get away from me!" Ryley hissed with despair in his eyes. "I didn't come here to fight anyone over a freaking handkerchief!"
