Her eyes pleaded with him as she tightened her on his sleeve. The sight of her partly soaked dress, and the desperation-filled voice managed to reach him through the red haze that had clouded his mind.
"Sheila-" Arthur couldn't help the growl that ripped out his throat, chest heaving as the sweat beaded on his forehead.
"Please," she whispered again, her eyes glistening with fake tears. "Don't do this. Not here. Not now."
The angry look in his eyes flickered for a second as he looked down at her. His jaw clenched hard, his body still shaking with rage at the need to put Ethan in his place.
His breathing slowly steadied even though the anger was still etched on his face. He let the men drag him back, though his glare never left Ethan.
The whispers continued to grow louder as the
