The shock brought by Hazel’s action had my body straightened up stiffly and turned immobile from my seat. My eyes were locked on her with her shoulders squared off, hands clenched in a fist, and feet wide apart. This was the only time she had glowered at Luther with contempt and disgust.
“Why would you do that to Faith?” Her voice was shrill, ear-piercing, her another means of hurting him.
When the idea that Luther might get violent due to her provocation entered my mind, I was up to my feet in a flash and pulled Hazel to my side. She, however, won’t back down and continued to shoot him a deathly glare.
“Leave us,” Luther ordered in a low, dangerous voice.
Without sparing him a glance, I could tell it was his warning, a clear warning of an impending storm if Hazel wouldn’t heed his com
