“Sam?” Stefani asked. “Why Sam?”
Wyn moved forward with the same confidence his brother had shown, and now the two of them stood facing her.
“This feud began when your people attacked Sam and we fought back. Stefano tried to erase that, but it seems that it’s not a settled issue with you all. We want it over with. It ends today, one way, or the other.”
“So be it,” Stefani said.
“Death to the Worthingtons,” one of the men behind Stefani said.
“Death to the Worthingtons, slayers of their own kind,” a woman from Stefani’s shiver yelled.
Sam ran to the front and stood between Derek and Wyn. He looked from one to the other and said, “You don’t have to do this for me.”
“Yes, we do,” Derek said.
“If we don’t end this today, it will hang over our heads for the rest of our lives,” Wyn added
