Pulling his hand away from Miniver, Teague shook his head, his voice low and level, the tone of voice that Soren would know as the 'fucking run' voice from his childhood, though Henn may have never heard it.
"No, Miniver. No. I agree with Soren. You bring up your daughter one more time around either of these boys and I will disown you. Give me the key to my son's house. Right now. And I don't want to hear you turn THIS, my son, my SON? who very well could have been KILLED tonight, into something about your fucking twit of a daughter and you. You are a selfish, spoiled little rock star, Miniver, and lord knows I try to keep a level head about things, but this is it. This is the end of the line with your foolish little sniping and bullshit. Give me the key to the house right now, and leave."
He stared straight at Miniver and his jaw clenched. The tone in his attitude spoke "don't cross me, boy, you will NOT win."