My neck snapped toward the direction of the voice, and there he was—the Duke, stomping toward me with an expression of pure rage. His wrinkled face twisted in fury, and his eyes bulged as if they might pop out. "Oh I almost forgot about him" I thought, realizing Vincent wasn't the only one I had to deal with.
"Have you lost your damn mind?" he roared, closing the distance between us with heavy, menacing steps. I flinched instinctively, but before he could get too close, Atlas stepped in front of me again, his tall frame continuously acting as an unyielding barrier.
"Move out of the way!" Duke Edward barked, his voice filled with rage. Atlas stood firm, his right hand slipping behind him to grab mine tightly, his touch steadying my nerves.
"I said move, you mad dog!" the Duke shouted again, the veins on his forehead straining with his fury.
