Ewan is standing near the stairs out.
“Right, so he’ll be dead by morning. I’ll be the one who does it. It will be quick, but not painless.” Ewan is visibly restraining his anger. His hands clenched at his sides, Celine walks over to him and puts her hand on his arm.
“Thank you.” She turns back to George “Could we go back to the house now? I’m starving.” She smiles and George’s lips twitch gently back. He nods,
“Sure, I’m sure Nate the ‘Bacon God’ will have made something for lunch by now.” Ewan smirks,
“There’s a story there huh?” Ewan had released a lot of the tension in his arms, Celine could feel them slowly relaxing under her palm. She looks back at him.
“He made breakfast for us all this morning, and I was apparently overly grateful for his bacon cooking skills.” George smirks,
