Giselle’s hand shot up, and with a fierce motion, she slapped Henry squarely across the face.

Nathan’s eyebrows lifted, a storm of rage brewing around him, which he swiftly converted into a smirking challenge.

“Striking me has its price,” he taunted.

But almost immediately, his face received another blow—a punch this time.

Henry toppled the man to the ground, glaring at the still chuckling figure. He bent down and seized him by the collar, his voice icy, ...