The car door opened, before Varden could even actually move inside and he turned, out of our reflex, only to see the last person he would have expected to come out of the car. And what was more, there was no bride.
Varden felt the veins in his head bulge, the moment he saw the man that he knew was certainly Gerald, and no other. He didn’t need any introduction as he knew, deep in his soul, that the good looking, advanced looking man, who had just alighted from the vehicle was no other than the step father of Lexie. The same one who had maltreated her so much, and brain washed her from teenage hood.
Varden bit the insides of his chin to stop himself from moving forward, and tackling the man to the ground so he could sink his fangs into the man’s throat, and tear out his freaking jugular.
