"Talk shit about her again and I'll shove shit back inside that foul mouth of yours."
Sensing the menace from Maxen and Luke, the smile on the rest of the delinquents' faces slowly disappeared. They all stood to their stature, darting their eyes between Maxen and Luke, and to that pretty young lady.
The three of them looked good at a glance and even looked better the longer they stared, but none of them dwell on that. What came into their heads was that… good-looking people like them, tend to have weak fists, but good punching bags. There was so much more to break on them.
"Hey." Cosette raised her chin, her hand still buried in her silky hazel hair. "Before you tell me you won't hurt me, make sure I… and these two won't."
