Khai's pov
I sat at that table with both arms folded, and my eyes fixed on Paul and the rage inside me was intense, which was always the more dangerous version.
Paul looked back at me with the expression of a man who was trying to decide how much of this he was willing to own.
"Talia." Paul turned to her, his voice dropping into that register that left no room for interpretation. "I need you to leave this table right now."
Talia set her glass down without hurrying and looked at Paul with the particular composure of someone who had decided they were not going to be moved by tone alone.
"I am family." She said simply. "I have been coming to this house since before you married Melissa, and I am not going to be asked to leave because of a stranger who has been here for one evening."
Paul
