"Are you okay?" Kane asked with urgency running through his voice.
"I—"
"What happened?" A security guard demanded before Vera could say anything.
He cradled her against his chest while savagely nodding toward Darren. "THAT punk attacked my girlfriend trying to attack me. He came for me next so I disarmed him."
"It's true! I got the whole thing on camera," a starstruck teenage bystander piped up. "Look!"
He had started recording the video around the time Vera rushed in between them. Kane flinched hearing Darren's acidic words again and she reached up to pat the arms that were around her holding her up.
The security guard looked back and forth between the two men. "…do I need to call the cops?"
"We were about to leave," Vera said quickly. The last thing this situation needed was cops. She had dealt with more than enough police investigations in her life, thank you very much. "I won't press charges if he won't."
