Savannah let out a guttural growl and gnashed out her words. "You! You who slept with my cousin!"
Devin turned scarlet, his jaw clenched, and fists were clenched white. He was raised above his head, ready to strike, like a hammer on an anvil.
Savannah flinched. Waited for the blow to land… but it didn't come.
Devin's hand was frozen above his head, where it was locked in a vice-like grip. Devin stared maniacally at his uncle, Dylan, whose jaw, wide and sharp like a spade edge, was clamped shut in a repressed rage.
"You would dare hit a woman in front of me." Not a question.
Devin's temper quickly cooled; his shoulders dropped, and his mouth started to form words that sounded like an apology.
"Remember who I am, Devin, and know that she is now with me." He let go of Devin's arm and took Savannah's hand, whispered to her, "Do you want to go back inside, or would you rather leave?"
