The only reason I'd agreed to take over the Pruitt branch in Monterra City was to give Brent one last chance. To give us one last chance.
Looking at him now, that wasn't necessary anymore.
"If you still won't apologize, I'm going to get really upset…"
Gloria pouted, tears spilling down her face like beads off a broken string.
I swallowed my disgust and surged to my feet.
My arm swung up and cracked across Gloria's face.
Then I ripped the high-pressure water gun out of the man beside me, aimed it square at Gloria's chest, and slammed the trigger.
Dirty water soaked through her dress instantly, her red bra showing through for everyone to see.
"Don't run!"
I kept the gun on her without letting up for a second.
"It's a water festival, isn't it? You're supposed to get soaked! Come on!!"
Gloria clutched her chest, shrieking as she scrambled into Brent's arms.
My handprint was still on her face.
I grabbed the shawl from Brent's hand and threw it over my own shoulders.
One cold look at him, and I turned to leave.
The kick hit the small of my back before I'd taken a step.
Brent.
Blinding pain tore outward from the base of my spine and flooded my whole body.