My gaze went ice-cold. I whipped my head sideways, wrenching free of the hand still gripping my chin.
In the split second of stunned silence that followed, I threw my weight forward and broke loose from both guards.
"You never learn, do you."
"Seems like enough time has passed that you've forgotten what it felt like when I shattered your nose. Let me refresh your memory."
My stare was razor-sharp, my voice cold enough to freeze hell over.
For one instant, the sheer force rolling off me locked every person in the room in place. The laughter died.
Toby met my eyes and the color drained from his face.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"You want to go back to prison?!"
A cold smile tugged at my lips. "Try me."
I ignored his threat. Under the horrified, disbelieving stares of everyone in the room, I drove my fist straight into Toby's face.
"AAGH—"
He staggered back two steps, both hands flying to his nose, a shrill howl tearing from his throat.
Two streams of blood surged through the gaps between his fingers.
"You dare hit me?!"
Toby was equal parts stunned and furious.
He never imagined that after everything I'd been through in prison, I'd still have the nerve to lay a hand on him.