ALAIA

The air was thick with tension, fueled by a deal gone wrong and, most likely, the copious amount of alcohol I scented on the breath of the guard holding me. Our eyes didn't leave each other, and for a split second, I tensed up before taking a controlled breath through my nostrils.

"How dare you show your face here, witch," he growled in my face.

I responded with a blank face and placed one of my hands on his chest. "You have three seconds to let me go before I rip your heart from your chest and nail it to the wall. One..."

I dug my nails into his...