ROOSEVELT’S POV

My head snapped to the side. A sharp, burning pain shot across my face. I stumbled back, hitting my hip against the table. I tasted warm copper in my mouth.

For a moment, the room was silent.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Zyran roared.

His deep voice shook the crystal glasses on the table. He grabbed his mother’s arm and violently pushed her away from me. He stood in front of me, his broad back standing between me and his family.

"Don't you ever lay a hand on her again!" Zyran shouted. The veins in his neck bulged, he looked like a wild animal ready to attack....