Galen knew this moment was coming.
From the second he decided to lift the dagger, this moment had become a fixed point in his future, an inevitable and unavoidable event.
He couldn’t blame Caleb. If it had been Bell, Galen wasn’t sure he would have been able to hold back as much as Caleb already had.
“Well…” Caleb growled.
Galen swallowed.
“I wasn’t thinking,” he said.
Caleb pressed his arm into Galen’s throat, forcing a gurgled grunt as he felt the pressure against his windpipe.
“I asked,” Caleb growled, his eyes glowing softly. “What you planned to do to my wife, Galen.”
Galen breathed deeply through his nose as he thought back to what Fiona had told him as they walked away from Caleb and Ashleigh.
[A Few Hours Earlier]
“Why did you do that!” Fiona shouted in a whisper as she pushed Galen into a small alcove where she hoped no one would hear them talking.
“What?” Galen asked.
“You were going to kill Ashleigh!” Fiona growled.
