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sarcasm. “Release her, and then we can hear her choose what she wants.”
                  I could see frustration building in his face, as his skin turned an unflattering ruddy shade. His grip tightened painfully, and I feared I would hear a rib crack just before he shoved me away from him. I stumbled backward and might have fallen, but a new set of strong hands reached out, grabbed me around my waist, and pulled me upright. Before I could even turn and see the face of the man who had rescued me, I was being shoved behind his broad shoulders.
                  I tried to step around him to get a better idea of what was happening, but his arm jutted out and holding me back quickly blocked me.
                  “I want to hear it then,” frustration and anger poured out of Carl with every word, “Cuz it doesn’t look like she is with you either.”
                  My savior turned slightly and looked down at my face, my jaw dropped. It was the owner slash bartender with the intent stare from earlier.
                  After an uncomfortable pause, he leaned slightly closer to me and said, “I suggest you make your preference known.”
                  I wasn’t sure what was going on right now. Most attackers leave once they get caught in the act. Didn’t Carl know that? Why was he even still standing there? And what preference? I didn’t have a preference other than just wanting to go home, crawl into my bed, and forget this night ever happened. Now, I had this guy asking me who I’d prefer? One was already a confirmed lunatic in my mind and the other I’d just met.
                  “What exactly do you mean by “preference”?”
                  “You need to let him know you’re with me, or I’m not supposed to stand in his way.” His curious statement was making me even more nervous. What was he saying exactly? Did I either have to spend the night with him, or he would let that lunatic carry me off? What world was I in? What type of deranged people were they? He was supposed to be my knight on a white horse, but right now, his armor was looking a bit tarnished.
                  “Does that mean I have to be with you? You know, like BE with you?”
                  “No.”
                  Carl started to smile and take a step forward.
                  “I’m with him!” I said quickly, as I edged slightly closer to Caden. If I was going to be forced with one or the other, it wasn’t a hard choice.
                  “The meeting is off for tonight,” Caden said in a clipped voice.
                  “Fine,” he said. And with that, Carl headed out of the alley. We both stood still watching his departing figure clear the corner.
                  “Thank you so much!”
                  He nodded in response.
                  “What was that? Why did I have to say I was with you?” I asked. I was still in shock at what had just happened and how it had happened. I looked down at the ground for my little black purse. I need to get my cell phone to call the cops, but the contents of my purse had spewed out all over the alley, sitting dented and dirty, much like I felt myself. With shaking hands, I bent and started gathering my things. Caden went and started retrieving my items as well, and he found my cell phone first.
                  “Oh good! Give it to me please. I’ve got to call the police.”
                  “I wouldn’t bother,” he said as he placed it in my outstretched hand, with now chipped and broken nails.
                  “Call the police? Of course, I should. That man needs to be arrested!”
                  “It’s useless. They won’t show and they aren’t going to pursue it.”
                  “Why would you say that? Yes,