"Stay away from my wife."
Mary slowly opened her eyes, only to be met with a scene that made her heart race. She had been taught to respect her elders, but the way McKenna gripped his uncle's hand, tight and unrelenting, sent a chill through her. His eyes were cold, dark with fury but it was the uncle's gaze that unsettled her more. He was still staring at her. Intently. Like she was the one who had done something wrong.
Without thinking, she moved to stand beside McKenna. Relief rushed through her—thank God he had come. Just moments more and she would have had to face his uncle alone.
She didn't understand. Why did the man look so angry with her? Had something happened between him and McKenna? Was she caught in the middle of it now?
"What do you think you're doing?" McKenna's voice was sharp, dangerous. "Trying to scare my wife?"
Maxwell said nothing. His gaze stayed locked on Mary, not McKenna.
