“Are you referring to me, miss?” Paul replied saucily as he sauntered over. “Lighten up. You're much too beautiful to be frowning.”
“Kids these days and their awful manners,” Josephine muttered with a frown of disgust.
Paul leered without restraint. “I’m not that young anymore, if you know what I mean. I know just as much about how to please you as you do yourself. Would you like me to try?”
Smack!
Seized by blind rage, Josephine slapped him across the face. How dare a kid like him speak to me like that!
Paul reeled from the impact of the slap. He could not believe that he had just been slapped. The other boys who had been flanking him leaped forward to hold him steady. One of them pulled out a knife.
Josephine was taken aback at the sight of the armed and hostile teenagers. For a moment, she appeared at a loss on what to do.
“How dare you strike me!" he yelled at her. “Do you know who I am? My father is Jean Yates!”
“You belong to the Yateses?” Josephine asked skeptically as she scanned Paul from head to toe.
“Just ignore them, Josephine,” Jared advised. “Let's go inside.”
They're just a bunch of idiotic kids. What good will there be in killing all of them ?
Josephine nodded as they turned to enter the venue.
“Are you even thinking of leaving here without a scratch after hitting Paul? Dream on!”
With a yell, Paul's armed companion lunged at Josephine with the dagger raised.
Paralyzed by shock and fear at such a young but bloodthirsty assailant, she stood rooted to the spot.
In a flash, Lizbeth reached out and caught the wrist yielding the dagger. With a violent torquing motion, she snapped it at an angle with a sickening crunch.
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