THIRTEEN
“EVERYONE NEEDS TO CALM DOWN,” she said, rushing to a halt in the living room.
Harry and Daire were within inches of each other, glaring hard. Neither flinched. Neither willing to give up an inch of ground.
Styx was opposite her, near the other wall, a good eight feet from them. “Let them have at it,” he said.
She could slap him herself. “What will that achieve?”
“Best way to express their feelings.”
“Oh, yeah,” she said. “Blood and bruises are much better than just talking it out.”
“Nothing to talk about,” Daire said, still staring into Harry. “He knows. It’s done.”
“Done? You…”
When Harry’s fingers curled into a fist at his side, she leaped forward, pushing at her father to get between the men. “Don’t you dare lay a finger on him!”
“Is that what kind of man you are?” H
