“That bàstard! That bàstard! I'll kill him! I swear! I'll kill him!”
Nikas charges, heaving, ready to run off after Hector.
Slender, strong hands pull him back.
“Where do you think you're going? What exactly do you want to do?” Electra questions, her tone is hard as though she's speaking to her child.
“I'll kill him for touching you!”
“And then what? You go back to jail? This time for the rest of your life? You want to give him a reason to walk away from his crimes? Are you even thinking, Nikas!”
Nikas’ breathing slows. He takes a moment to consider Electra's argument.
“Heck! This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you. Where's your sense of rational reasoning, man?” She asks.
Nikas grows calmer. A sheet of shame clothes him and he looks away. She's right. She's stressed. And
