"Dare to take my daughter's name again, and I will make sure you regret it."
Idris couldn't control himself. His hands flew through the air, striking Ryan hard across his cheeks. He wasn't entirely sure what shattered his patience —whether it was Ryan's unapologetic way of mentioning Arwen's name or the thought of how much his daughter endured in his hands. All he knew was that he couldn't accept it.
For a moment, Ryan was too stunned to react. The blow came so fast that he was hardly able to see it. The sharp sting on his cheek was nothing compared to the disbelief that flooded his senses. More than him, it was Catrin who appeared the most shocked. "Idris!" she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in horror.
But Idris paid no attention to her. His piercing gaze remained fixed on Ryan, sharp and unyielding, carrying a promise of retribution. One slap didn't feel enough. The weight of Arwen's suffering demanded more.
