Anna Jadwin looked at Charles Harrington walking in front, "Go back?"
"Once we go back, it won't just be kisses. I'll make sure you can't get out of bed all day!" Wayne Bailey pointed to his face, "Here, quick!"
Charles's steps were already uneven, and suddenly he slipped, almost falling.
He turned his head, his face sinisterly fixed on Anna Jadwin, just in time to see her stand on tiptoe and plant a quick kiss on Wayne's cheek.
"She's barely what, Wayne? Are you an animal?" To lay your hands on Anna Jadwin?
Wayne Bailey tightened his hold on Anna Jadwin in his arms, "My woman, how I treat her isn't for you to lecture."
Charles clenched his fists and charged forward, "Beast—"
Wayne Bailey easily caught his fist and flung it up into the air.
Dealing with a thirteen-year-old boy was effortless, especially since Charles was covered in wounds.
Anna turned her head, just in time to see Charles fly out and fall into the icy seawater.
