“Not particularly.” The lawyers at the Hae Min Group trained me well over the years. Always overstate the damage. “She attacked me viciously enough to break her own nails off. Look at her frothing.”
“Get the fuck out. Now.” Declan’s voice is as hard as iron as he grabs one of her arms and drags her toward the gates like trash about to be tossed into a Dumpster. “I’m calling the police and filing reports for trespassing and assault.”
Chapter Nineteen
Declan
After tossing Ella out, I return to my place, extremely pissed off.
I didn’t know how Yuna would react to Jessica, but was relieved when she handled herself so well. It was the same when Ella showed up. Actually, I marveled at the way Yuna pushed all the right buttons to drive my half-sister insane. She should be writing a screenplay, not Benedict. Hers would be fun, snappy and hilarious.
But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with Ella or anybody assaulting Yuna physically. Fuck. I should’ve thrown that bitch into a pit of vipers.
Yuna’s seated on a couch and sipping her coffee, her legs out. “Hey, you’re back. All good now?”
“She’s gone.” I crouch in front of her and examine her legs for wounds. Whatever Ella did must have been pretty vicious if she broke her nails. “Where are you hurt?”
“Here.” Yuna twists her left leg.
A red gash runs about an inch or so above her ankle, across otherwise flawless skin. The sight of it further stokes my temper. Ella isn’t fit to touch Yuna, much less put a mark on her.
Yuna looks down at it. “It’s not that bad.”
“You made it sound like she took a cheese grater to you.”
“All just part of the drama.”
She’s studying her ankle like she’s observing something that happened to somebody else. I don’t know how she can be so clinical about it. Any of my exes would’ve been hysterical. And Yuna’s had a far more sheltered and privileged life than they have.
I take a closer look. One or two tiny beads of blood have appeared along the red line. “She did break the skin.” And the fact that Ella did that makes me want to go after her and… Well, physical violence isn’t really an option. I’ll have to find something else.
Yuna shrugs. “As long as it doesn’t scar… I don’t think it will, do you?”
“I doubt it.”
Her being so blasé about it makes me feel worse. Yuna doesn’t strike me as the type who got into fights gro
wing up. Not that she’s some delicate flower who can’t survive outside the greenhouse, but it’s obvious from her demeanor and background that she grew up away from the rougher side of life.
I go to the medicine cabinet in the closest bathroom and take out the small first-aid kit I keep there. Then I lift her calf up, placing her foot on my knee, and apply antibacterial ointment to the gash. She inhales slightly, and I scowl with a fresh wave of anger at my worthless sister.
There are foods that give dogs amazing diarrhea. Cheese is good. I could probably rent a hundred Great Danes and release them on the beach where she’s planning to have her wedding the night before the ceremony…
Yuna inhales again. “Stings a little.”
“Sorry. Almost done.”
Ella should be thrown into a dungeon for a decade for the capital crime of marring Yuna’s skin. A sudden urge to kiss along the red line grips me. Like somehow kissing her leg will make it better, although I’m not sure if it’s me or her I’m trying to comfort. Or maybe I just want to put my lips on her, to feel that soft smoothness under them…
“I’m glad I didn’t have to throw this at your sister,” she says, holding up the coffee, as I place a Band-Aid over the wound.
I glance up. “You should have. Right in her face.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely. It’s the least she deserves. In fact, as your new boss, I order you to throw a cup of coffee in her face if you ever see her again.” The image of her covered in brown fluid pops into my head, making me feel a hundred times happier. “It’ll serve her right.”
“Wow. You really don’t like her, do you?”