It took Aiden about a half a second to react to his father standing about a dozen steps away from them on the path. He shoved Marley behind him and out of view, arm tightly restraining her place, every cell of his body focused on the man in front of him.
Her heart began to race, her hand wrapping around the back of his shirt in fear for him. Not for her, but for Aiden. If his father is someone who doesn't bat an eyelash at extreme physical violence, he can't be a good person in general. Not by a long shot. "Awfully rude of you not to introduce me to, "e un"e, 'your girl' don't you think?"
He was goading him. Aiden's father could see that she was a touchy subject, and he was pushing it anyway. Clearly, he'd been listening into their conversion, keeping quiet until he could make his dramat
