CYRIL’S POV
The guy looked down at Raine, then back at me.
“Who the hell are you?” He asked, in a deep voice if he thought speaking like that was supposed to scare me.
I stared him down. “Someone you should walk the f**k away from before you find out the hard way why people don’t talk to me like that.” I finally said.
He didn’t move.
I stepped closer, lowering my voice until it was sharp enough to draw blood. “Put. Her. Down. Or I’ll f*****g make you.”
We stared at each other for a few seconds. Then he raised a brow at me, arms still wrapped around Raine like he had any goddamn right.
“Why should I?” he asked, tone cocky. “I’m here to help her get home.”
I scoffed and moved closer, the weight of my voice enough to make lesser men piss themselves. “I’m her legal guardian. Hand her o
