Brandon's blood ran cold. The sight of Levi walking along the hallway outside of Lyse's apartment when she was not answering the door ignited a fury which had been marinating all night in his belly. He stormed towards him, his fists clenching and ready to turn violent.
"Where is she?" Brandon demanded, his voice low and dangerous.
Levi tensed up, his face contorted with anger. "Where is Lyse? That is what I should be asking you! Who are you to take away my wife." he retorted.
Brandon stepped aggressively into Levi's personal space. "She is not here in her apartment where I left her," he stated, his voice tight. "So I will ask you one more time: where is she?"
When Levi did not say a word, Brandon shoved him roughly, his eyes blazing. "I won't let you have her," he snarled. "I won't let her go back to you. She is mine now, like she was before you stole her."
