Sigurd walked away from the others. He was in deep thought about everything that happened. He still loved Alva, but he was starting to fall hard for Leora. She was someone he’s always wanted. However, him being with Alva made him f**k up the next best thing and that was an amazing woman who loved him and his son. Before he could even get forward with his thoughts, a fist slid from behind, bringing him back into reality. Sigurd fell back and wiped the side of his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes snapped up at Dusty in flash.
“You dare hit me?” Sigurd asked him as he got off the ground with his hand on the handle of his hammer.
“My sister cares about you.” Dusty told him. “Why must you hurt her every time?”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“That’s not what I saw back there.”
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