The bruised bodyguards slunk away, nursing their injuries.

Straightening his clothes, Barlow approached Rosalynn, concern etched on his face.

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

“I'm fine." Rosalynn smoothed out her clothing.

Barlow's gaze landed on the red mark staining her left cheek. Gently cradling her face, he asked, "Did that creep hurt you?"