Abby crossed her arms, standing tall and unwavering as if giving Dracon a lesson. "So, tell me, does that really sound like someone who's a bully?"
She stood there, defiant and protective, her words carrying an unexpected maturity that made even Kisha chuckle softly. The girl was acting like the grown-up in the room, offering a perspective that seemed to make sense of the whole situation.
Duke chuckled as he stepped forward, draping an arm around Kisha's shoulders. But the smile on his face didn't quite reach his eyes—especially when he glanced at the woman in Gavel's arms, then shifted his gaze to Abby. Only then did his smile soften into something genuine.
"Kid, good on you for speaking up for my wife. If you hadn't, I was just about ready to roast them myself—and trust me, I wouldn't have been as polite or reasonable. I usually keep quiet and let my wife handle things. I want everyone to see that she's the one in charge."
