His head turned to the side with the force of her blow, and he shook his head, the sharp intake of breath confirming that she had actually succeeded in hurting him. "Shit, baby," he growled, turning back to look at her. "That ain't bad for a little rich girl." As their gazes met again, he realised that her eyes were watering.

He grabbed her wrist and lifted her hand to look at it, and she flinched as he moved it. "Looks like you hurt yourself more than me though, Bay." He slid his hand onto hers, and Lily hissed in pain-fuelled anger, snatched her hand from his and started punching, slapping and scratching, ignoring the agony screaming through her fingers.