"I ask again, Kael… did you come with proof?" Ewan demanded, his voice caustic, ignoring Kael's question as he bit down on the anger simmering at the surface.
His jaw flexed, nostrils flaring. How dare this idiot come here? How dare he come and terrify his family, their guests?
Who did he think he was? Has he forgotten the terror that came with Wolfsbane? Or was Kael thinking that that side of him was gone with the affairs that came with the corporate world?
Kael barked a laugh in response to Ewan's question, a mocking laugh, looking at his men who carried their guns on their shoulders, and then at the entire hall riddled with bullets.
All the guests were safe, but they shook like leaves, pressed into corners, their eyes wide with fear.
"No. But that's why—"
Before Kael could complete the statement, Ewan's fist shot out like lightning. He threw a hard punch straight at Kael's mouth. The crack echoed across the hall stopping everyone short, every thought short.
