Seth stomped up the stairs only to find his way blocked by the formidable bulk that was George Koroni. "What did you do to her?" George growled menacingly.
"Nothing," Seth wiped his face, smearing the blood even worse than it was before. "We were just... talking." He tried to push himself past the black man, but George shoved him back into the doorframe with his arm across Seth's throat.
If Seth had been in good condition, he could have fought back. But as it was, Seth was malnourished, weak and severely underweight. He couldn't fight George, and he didn't want to. "You listen to me, pretty boy," George hissed at him. "I am not a violent man. I'm a f*****g accountant. But that woman," he pointed inside the cabin. "That woman saved my life, and so help me God, if you hurt her, I will hurt
