Chapter 5

The door burst open.

Richard Winslow charged in like a bull goaded into a frenzy. His face was flushed crimson, veins throbbed violently at his temples, and he raised a hand, bringing it down toward my face with enough force to whip up a gust of wind.

*Slap!*

The blow never landed.

Isabella, moving with a speed I had never witnessed before, interposed herself between us once again. She caught Rich