"Hi, I'm Scarlett's boy—" Boom! Azrael was sent flying, Greg's ruthless kick cutting him off mid-sentence, his body skidding across the black dirt like a ragdoll. Dust kicked up, swirling in the dim wilderness light.
"Azrael!" Scarlett called out, her voice sharp with alarm. Her brother's sudden move had caught her off guard, her heart lurching. "Brother! What is the meaning of this?" she demanded, anger flaring as she glared at Greg, his tall frame looming against the twisted trees.
"I should be asking you that question, Anne," Greg snapped back, his voice chilly, cutting through the tension like a blade. "What exactly is the meaning of this? You never mentioned anything about him in our conversation." His words jolted Scarlett from her fury, realization sinking in—she'd screwed up by not mentioning Azrael.