I stepped back, and Steve finally released his grip on King. His body crumpled to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, coughing and groaning.
I turned my head slowly, eyes scanning the crowd. Their expressions were scattered, shock, discomfort, confusion.
But I also caught clenched jaws, narrowed eyes—some people knew. They knew what the Holt family stood for. And those people didn't look angry at me. They looked like they wanted to throw a few punches themselves.
Still, a few others glanced at me like I'd gone too far.
I didn't care.
I stretched my perception wide, just to be sure. My senses combed the area and I sighed in relief when I confirmed North wasn't nearby. I didn't want her to see this part of me.
I met Steve's eyes and gave a small nod. He nodded back.
