Lexa froze. His voice, [i]that voice[/i], echoed in her mind. Realization reverberated with it, striking her down to her bones. Her fingers, still beat up and bloody, twitched. Then Lexa spun and punched him in the jaw. 

The other bar patrons startled at the sound of impact, a few bikers even pushing themselves out of their seats to stop whatever fight seemed to be breaking out. But Lexa was roughly grabbing [i]Black Jack's[/i] shirt and hauling him out the door before they could do anything. She marched around the corner and down an alley, dragging him behind her. Finally she stopped, shoving him forward and away from her, releasing her grip.

[color=crimson]"[i]Son of a bitch,[/i]"[/color] she cursed under her breath, [color=crimson]"Of [i]course[/i] my day would get worse."[/color] She looked about ready to deck him again, amber eyes flashing in rage.