Evans inhaled sharply. Pain flickered across his expression. "When you talk like that… you know who you sound like? You sound like Tom. I shouldn't have let her come back to you. You cannot make her happy. I should have known this. You will never change."
The accusation hit Winn harder than the punch had.
"You're right. You shouldn't have let her come back to me."
Evans shot back immediately. "Consider it finished then!" His pupils were blown wide, fury and protectiveness merging into a single lethal instinct.
Winn's nostrils flared, and he stepped forward again, chest rising, shoulders stiffening. "You don't speak for her!" he growled.
"Evans!"
Sam's voice cut the tension. He stood behind them. "Go take care of your niece."
Evans glared at Winn once more, his eyes sharp enough to slice through steel.
"Go! Evans!" Sam urged.
