RIKA
Rika cried out as a strange, unexpected hand landed on her shoulder and she jerked away, instinctively. But before she could even finish turning to see who was attacking, an horrific sound cracked in her ear that reminded her of her father and the day he'd stood in front of her, smiling, and used a branch snapped by his foot as a metaphor for what he would do to her if she argued with him in public again. Her stomach sank as the man behind her cursed.
She recoiled, but Gar tugged her behind him in one smooth movement, snarling at the two men, both growling, one of them cradling an arm that was bent oddly. Though he still didn't back down.
Rika felt ill and her head buzzed.
He'd touched her. That man had touched her—he'd wanted to take her.
"Gar, submit! Your mate has been lying!"
