by Claire Destine » Fri Feb 17, 2017 11:52 pm
The beast growls at Melissa.
"...Excuse me, Miss," the beast says to Melissa, his voice sounding like a well-bred, cultured, Englishman with the mother of all head colds. "I have had the absolute worst couple of days, and so believe when I say, now is not the tim--"
A bottle smashes into his head and he reels back. Claire is on top of the bar, holding a cricket bat.
"Oi," Claire says in a cold voice. "You killed my mum."
Claire looks a little angry.