“Andrew, stop. You don’t know what you’re doing.” She had never seen Andrew in such a state, she realized. Once again she was forced to acknowledge that he was no longer her little brother who needed her comfort and protection. He was a full-grown man with a man’s strong body and strong, fierce emotions. In his present mood he was not only shockingly dangerous, he was also in danger. Andrew’s youth might be an asset to him but Trent had experience on his side and, as he had demonstrated earlier that evening, a great deal of strength and expertise in using his walking stick as a weapon. She was not at all certain how to deal with the situation. She only knew that she could not let the two men come to blows. Andrew was forced to scramble to a halt to avoid colliding with her. He stared past her at Trent. “Get out of the way, Calista,” he ordered. “Hastings has done something terrible to you and he will pay for it.”
