Ben let go and stepped back, looking at her horrified. The punch had hit him on the cheekbone where it didn't do as much damage as it could have done elsewhere - although he was certain there was a cut where a ring had scraped his skin. It wasn't the pain that had caused him to stumble back, but rather the fact that she had punched him in the first place. Never in the world had he imagined she would or could.

But he instantly moved forward again and grabbed both her wrists. "You rotten girl! Your father would turn in his grave with shame if he knew you were here. Home. Now!"