: WrathWord Count
: I do not own these characters and no profit is being made from the use of them. Wrath
Ellen knew trouble intimately and took great pride in her ability to know who to refuse service but the pretty brunette sitting by herself at the end of the bar didn’t look the part and she sure as hell didn’t give off the scent. Yet Ellen had the nagging feeling she was opening the door wide once she placed down the water that had yet to be touched.
“Remove your hand from my lower extremity.”
Her brows rose with the low voice and she looked up to see one of the more inebriated hunters trying his damnedest to woo the pretty thing.
“We’re all friends here.”
Rolling her eyes Ellen began to make her way over to call him off but the brunette was already rising and a boney elbow forced the hunter back.
He shook his head and retook those steps, face darkening. “Baby likes it rough.”
Ellen stride slowed as the brunette’s head rose and she watched the brown of her eyes crystallize to blue as paling lips quirked upward. “Perceptive.” In the next moment the hunter fell back holding the ruin of his jaw and the woman turned her challenging glare on the rest of the bar. The End.