Lewis's brow furrowed as he stepped in front of Oliver. His voice was icy, but his words hit like a sledgehammer. "You think you can disturb Grandma's rest? Try it, and I'll take your legs off."
The intensity in his gaze sent a chill down Oliver's spine, and for a moment, he just stood there, frozen.
He had never seen Lewis like this before.
Sure, Lewis had always been intimidating, but he was usually calm, collected, and within the bounds of reason. This version of him, though, looked like he had just crawled out of hell.
Oliver's legs nearly gave out under him, and he had to steady himself to avoid collapsing.
Keira, noticing the tension, quietly walked over and slipped her hand into Lewis's.
The second she touched him, the icy rage around Lewis seemed to melt away, and a sliver of calm returned to his eyes. It was like he had been pulled back from the brink of something dark and dangerous.
