I gave the bastard five seconds to stop touching my Angel and then I opened the passenger door, wrapped my arms around hers, and pulled her away from him. I spotted them in the car a minute ago, when I was walking towards the car park, hoping to drive around the city for a bit. For a moment I stood in front of their car, paralysed from head to toe. Anger began rolling through me in violent waves, my vision blurring with fury. I tried to stay away, watching them, but it was torture. I didn't want him to touch her, and he was doing more than that.