en silence of the room. The old man walked slowly toward
p, puffing out his chest now that
lty to the Branch family, pushed past hi
amed at Darla, spit flying from h
heavy hand, aiming a viciou
and bit down hard on her lowe
ap nev
ck of bone and cartilage
t like a steel vise. The muscles in Anson's forearm bulged against the fab
ess twist, Anson force
nees buckled instantly, and he crashed to the floor,
ew her hands up, ready
The look in his eyes was so violently cold, so utterly empty of mercy,
rist, letting the man c
white handkerchief, and slowly wiped his fingers. He
away. He stared at Anson, h
s demanded, his voice l
ze. A humorless smile touc
d I am," Anson replied s
re, but the young man standing in front of him felt like a loaded gu
Anson. "Branch family.
look from his grandfather shut him up. He
the danger in the air, quickly grabbed their coats and scat
la with pure hatred. "You will pay fo
ad made her life a living hell.
nt," Darla said quietly.
enaline was crashing, leavin
ed out and wrapped his warm, larg
shed open the heavy glass doors, and walk
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