*Daemon*
I glanced at Olivia out of the corner of my eye as I drove her home, clenching my jaw at how her thin dress rode up her creamy thigh.
I could feel my blood boiling as I remembered first spotting Olivia in that club, surrounded by men who were openly leering at her. She looked so small at that moment, like a mouse that stumbled into a den full of lions.
She had no business dressed like that in a nightclub. She was lucky that I had been nearby and was prepared to save her.
Punching the man who dared to grab her ass was the best feeling I've experienced in a long while. I could have killed them right then, but my priority was getting Olivia out of there.
I couldn't bear the thought of leaving her alone so that more scumbag guys could touch her or do worse to her. I had no choice but to drive her back, even if she protested. I wasn't going to take no for an answer.