I looked straight into his eyes. Then shoved him- And slapped him. The crack split the night. "This," I said, each word sharp as glass, "is what I'll do." He didn't flinch. Didn't react. Just watched me like I'd signed my death warrant. So I threw the drink in his face too. "You deserve that." I walked away. Behind me, his voice followed-low, dangerous. "You will too... what am I going to do with you?" And that was the moment Leon Winston decided I was his problem.