Chapter 4

Just as Samuel's hand was about to strike, Michael's arm shot out, catching his wrist in a vice grip. A barely suppressed rage burned in Michael's eyes.

He yanked me behind the shelter of his body and flung Samuel's hand away with a vicious shove.

Samuel sneered, taking a moment to smooth the front of his designer suit.

Samuel was the same man, utterly unchanged by the years. A decade might as well have been a day; his world still revolved solely around his own gain.

Michael's voice was laced with concern as he turned to me, asking, "Are you…