"Don't be ridiculous, Warrington," he started, taking a slow sip from his glass as he leaned back against the bookshelf behind him, legs crossed in front of himself. "If it's just on account of your injury, that would be one thing, but stealing my credit? There's no such thing. We're meant to work as a cohesive team-- a town."
Gesturing to him to continue with his glass following his opening, he nodded, listening patiently. A part of him wondered what he could possibly have to do with Warrington's love life, but when the man actually got to the words your daughter, Evan felt his blood run cold, his jaw set as he looked at the man in a whole new light, suddenly unable to see anything but a predator.