"Wait," Fay said, holding on to his hand. She didn't want to let him go for fear of what he would do to his uncle, if he laid a second sight on him.
"I have to go Fay. If I don't leave now, he'd cook up a story that would be much more difficult to get out of."
"I don't care," she said, much to his surprise. "I don't care about what he has to say in his defense. I just don't want you to do something you'd regret."
He scrunched his nose. "Why do you think I'll regret anything? I've been wanting to teach that bastard a lesson for the longest time. It's now or never." He pushed himself forward, and her hand slipped out of his.
"I get it. Truly, I do. But he's your uncle. He's family. How would you justify hurting him? To defend me? No one is ever going to believe that he tried to take advantage of me. I'd be looked at like a liar, and I don't ever want to go through that again."
He stopped, and turned, walking back to her.
