Summer POV

I shrugged my Dad off and snatched Ezra’s arm before things turned to blows.

“Stop, stop. I want to talk to him. We’re just going to talk, right?” I turned to my Grandfather.

He nodded. “Of course. We come in peace but we’re not fools and we don’t do well with intimidation.”

“You shouldn’t have set foot on my land then,” Ezra barked.

“Stop it! Why don’t you get some air? This shouldn’t take long.”

“But Summer—”

“Go, Ezra!”

“Ugh, fine.” He ...