"At least Henry Wildblood is doing something real," Leo continued, his voice now sounding cold and piercing. He looked at Kevin with a look of utter contempt. "And you? You just hide behind someone else's back while hoping Celine will look your way. You didn't even have the guts to protect her when my father sent men to finish her off."
Kevin clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white and began to tremble. His breath came in short, hot bursts right in front of Leo's face. In the middle of the cemetery grounds, still damp from the remnants of the rain, the two men stood face to face with only inches between them. They ignored the fact that just a few meters away, Elly's casket had only just touched the bottom of the grave.
"Kevin! Stop! Don't engage with him!" Celine shouted from the edge of the pit. Her voice, raspy from crying, now sounded panicked as it broke the tension that was nearly ready to explode.
