Chapter 4 - THE BREAKING POINT
David stood up.
He didn't rise quickly; he rose deliberately, his frame expanding to block the warm glow of the wall sconce behind him.
The shadow of his brown jacket fell entirely over Leo and Maya, shielding them completely from the room.
He stepped forward, closing the distance until he was inches from Evelyn’s immaculate silk collar.
"You threw that at my kids," David said.
The silence between them was taut, stretched to the point of snapping.
Evelyn didn't back down.
She lifted her chin, her nostrils flaring as she looked up into his eyes.
"And?" she spat, her voice dripping with venomous confidence.
"Maybe fear will teach them faster than you ever did."
Her hand shot up, her long nails aiming straight for the side of David’s face in a sharp, defensive slap.
David didn't flinch.
His left forearm moved in a swift, practiced block, striking her wrist sideways.
The force of the intercept broke her momentum instantly.
Before she could regain her balance, David drove his right palm forward into the center of her chest.
A sharp gasp burst from Evelyn’s throat as her feet slid across the polished hardwood.
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Her heels caught the edge of the Persian rug.
She crashed backward onto the floor, the iron pan slipping from her fingers and clattering loudly against the hearth.
