Nanson was in a panic.
Taking a beating was no big deal for him; with his resilient body, he'd bounce back in, at most, three days. But Anthea was a different story. She was delicate and petite, and it could ruin her life forever if she ended up scarred or worse.
And to make matters worse, his headstrong niece had the brains of a block of cheese. Amid all this chaos, she was acting like she owned the place.
They were doomed, completely done for.
Suddenly, the screech of tires pierced the still night.
It was Daniel coming in hot.
From a distance, he'd seen the commotion.
A bunch of brutes picking on a young girl? That was the lowest of the low.
He couldn't just stand by. It was time to step in and be the hero.
He said, "Sherman, you stay put. I'll go check this out."
It was like a scene straight out of a romance novel, like the damsel in distress, her knight in shining armor, swooped in to save the day, and she fell head over heels in gratitude.
The thought had Daniel's adrenaline spiking, and he rolled up his sleeves, ready for action.
In the backseat, Sherman placed his book of quotes upside down on his lap and peered out the window, his brow furrowed.
He could only see a silhouette, a willowy waist, and long, straight legs.
Even without seeing her face, there was something oddly familiar about her.
Sherman clasped his pendant, his face unreadable.
Daniel opened the car door and stepped out.
At that moment, Anthea let out a 'tsk' from her perfect lips, crisp and light.
Her left hand cracked her right knuckles with a series of sharp pops.
In a blur of motion, no one could quite follow.
Thud!
Simultaneously, Click!
Daniel swung the car door open, and as he took in the scene before him, he froze, his throat suddenly dry.
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