"Get. Your. Filthy. Hands. Off. Her."
Amelia's mother took a step forward with every syllable, the knife still pointed steadily at Tristan. There was no uncertainty in her face and she looked very determined to cut him in half.
Tristan let go of Amelia and said that they would talk some other time and that their conversation was not over. He did not seem fazed at the threat in front of him.
"Oh, you bet it is over! If I ever hear you talking to my daughter or see even a sliver of your shadow near her, I will cut your balls out. Do you understand?” She growled out at Tristan. She glared at him and with the intensity in her eyes, Amelia thought that her mother did not need the knife to cut him in half.
Amelia's eyes flickered over to Tristan's frowning face then back to her mom's serious
