When Lavender stormed off, she was sure she was going to be free and clear of Macnair. Able to finally go home to Malachi and Truth, though she'd be in a bad mood and couldn't explain why to her husband. And now her blood was just boiling with hate for this man as he followed her. She couldn't take another fowl word out of his filthy mouth. Hadn't he done enough to her?
Without thinking twice, she balled her fist up in a heated rage and swung it at Macnair's face as hard as she could.