Sallie's POV
Levi had thrown everything into that strike. His chest rose and fell with fury as he glared down at Webster.
"Eighteen years she's been your sister, and you were going to crack her skull with that thing?" Levi's voice shook with anger. "What were you trying to do—murder her?"
Webster went rigid. His gaze fell to the broken ashtray scattered across the floor, and understanding dawned. The blood drained from his face—he'd nearly killed me.
Levi didn't waste another second on him. He rushed over, pushing Johan out of the way, and nearly swept me into his arms. His hand trembled as he ran it through my hair.
"Don't be afraid, Sallie. I'm right here. You're safe now."
I must have looked savage—completely unhinged—but all Levi showed was pain. This was his gentle, bright girl. What had twisted me into this?
His chest constricted, like a fist squeezing his heart. "This is on me," he gasped. "I failed to keep you safe."
