Danny winced. He had just taken a sip of his beer when he heard Noah's voice causing, the warm liquid to go down the wrong pipe. He coughed and spluttered before raising his head and glaring at Noah.
"Are you here for my soul? Even if you are, I am not going with a disgusting son of a b*tch like you," Danny cursed while wiping his chin with the back of his hand. Jace, who sat next to him, handed him a cloth napkin to wipe the golden liquid that was dripping down the table and his chin.
Noah sneered upon hearing his words. "Like I would want your soul."
Danny banged his fist on the table loudly, and he was not the only one who winced. Jace immediately caught hold of the beer bottles, before they toppled on the floor.
