“You’re the one that put that bruise on Angel's cheek, aren’t you?” he’d yelled at his grandfather.
“I’ll do more than that if I keep catching her letting those damn injuns pant after her like she does. Next thing you know, she’ll be having little half-breed bastards and calling them my grandkids!” John Hart had growled back at him, his face flushing red and his lips twisted in a sneer.
“No one touches my sister!” Tristian’s voice was low and deadly.
“And you… just look at you taking up for her sinful ways. It’s like you know she’s not your real sister… the way you’re always touching her when you think no one is looking. Is that it? Did you finally learn that you were adopted right before your mom got pregnant with my real grandchild? Finally realize just why it is that you don’t belong
