Mattew's POV
Michael freezes in his tracks, his grip on Emma's hand loosening slightly as he turns to face me, surprise flashing in his eyes.
Emerging from the shadows, I step forward, my gaze locked on his hand still clasping Emma's.
"What do you think you're doing here?" Michael demands, his tone defensive.
I ignore his question, my focus solely on Emma's safety. "Let go of her hand," I command, my voice firm and unwavering.
Michael's eyes narrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "And what if I don't?" he challenges, his grip on Emma tightening once more.
A surge of rage courses through me, a visceral reaction to the sight of Michael's hand wrapped around Emma's wrist. I can't explain the reason for this rage. Is it because I feel protective towards Emma or is it something more?
"Let
