Percival's eyes turned glacial as he stared down Damian Gallagher. The night air grew heavy with tension.
"I've tolerated your family's businesses encroaching on Covington territory because I respect what your father built," Percival said, his voice deceptively soft. "But that tolerance has limits."
Damian puffed up his chest. "Are you threatening me over this woman? You don't even know her past!"
"I know everything I need to know." Percival stepped closer. "And let me be clear: anyone who comes after my wife deals with me."
The words hung in the air. Even in the dim garden lighting, Lyra could see Damian's face pale.
"Your reputation precedes you, Covington," Damian said, backing away slightly. "But this isn't over."
Percival's smile was chilling. "For your sake, I hope it is."
After Damian stormed off, Lyra turned to Percival. "What was that about? I've never even met Alice Gallagher."
