Thunderstorm in Croatia

Part 34: link


    Arthur steps quickly forward, fists clenched, preparing to pull her away from him and pound this interloper into jelly.
    “Arthur, stop!” she says, stepping in front of the man. She faces Arthur, hands on her hips, and he stops, her tone taking him kwa surprise. She is stern. No hastily made denials, no, “It’s not what it looks like.” She simply stops him, and it throws him off balance momentarily.
    “Step away from her, please.” Arthur’s voice is low and quiet, but menacing. The man does so, holding...