“He threatened you, Melissa.”
“Who did?”
The tears on her father's cheeks told her the answer. God help her; this monster had threatened to come after her personally? How did Leo even know of her existence? Why would he care about some teenager who was no threat to him?
Anger flared up inside her for half an instant, then faded away to be replaced with a profound sense of affection. Her poor father. Leo had stabbed him in the leg, but knowing Harry as she did, she was well aware of the fact that it was the threat against his children that did the most harm. “It's gonna be all right, Dad,” she promised him.
Without thinking, Harry reached into his pocket and withdrew something about the size of a baseball. He tossed the N'Jal up casually and caught it without looking. “You're damn right
