There was a moment of silence, and I looked at Mr. Devin's angry face, noticing that behind him, Henrietta put her long hair behind her back, tilting her head ever so slightly.
Her mother noticed what she was intended to notice and grabbed her, taking a look at her neck, yelling heartbreakingly,
"IS THAT A BITE WOUND?"
Well, Henrietta had clearly done that on purpose. I took a deep breath, and while I saw Mr. Devin looking at me with appall, I took off my jacket.
He took a step towards me, seemingly thinking that my action meant that we would fight it out here, which wouldn't end in his favor, and was also not my intention.