"I'm not going in there. It's a leper's house," Robin said disgusted, stopping at the alleyway that connected their homes together.

"Shut your mouth," Guy demanded, spinning around.

"Why? It's true. Your fathers a leper!"

"Shut up!" Guy yelled, and charged at Robin.

"Guy! No!" Before a brawl could break out, Linda pulled Guy away and pushed him near the wall to their home. "It's a good thing your father isn't here to see this. He'd kill you because of your behavior."

"Oh, so you're taking his side now?"

"I'm taking my own side, which is the reasonable side."

Guy growled and pushed her and Robin out of the way, storming away.

"Hey!" Robin yelled.

"Robin, no more," demanded Malcolm.

"But he just—!"

"Imagine you had lost what he has lost!" Malcolm snapped, pointing a reprimanding finger at his son. "Go and find him. Make your apologies. Go!"

Robin groaned and ran off. Linda sighed. "I'll go with him, my lord, make sure Guy doesn't rip him in half."

*****

Robin chuckled. "It was a good thing she came, or else you would've torn me limb from limb."

"And you would've deserved it," Guy practically growled.

"But as soon as you and your friend left, Robin, your father and Ghislaine had a visitor," said the man.

"Longthron." Guy clenched his fists and stood, pacing back and forth.

He nodded. "Yes. That night when Ghislaine met with Malcolm in the forest, he was watching them. He knew about the baby. He threatened that if he didn't get the land he deserved, her secret would be spread to the public. Your father agreed, Robin, and Longthron was pleased. But what he didn't know was that Ghislaine and Malcolm were to be married two days after Sir Roger was declared a leper."

"They never married," Robin pointed out.

"No. They only ever planned to." The man looked at Guy, he of which had finally gotten done pacing and had his arms crossed. "Didn't they, Guy?"

Robin craned his neck toward Guy. He looked to the floor.

"You knew?"

Guy swallowed and made eye contact with the outlaw, voice low and steady. "I found out." He sighed. "I saw my mother making her way into the forest. And so I followed. She still loved him. I was so angry. She told me that I had to forget him, pretend that he didn't exist. Yet here she was, denying me my father."

He took a breath. "So I met her in the forest, scaring her half to death. I demanded why she was doing exactly what she told me not to do, and she told me that she could not leave him. I brought up Malcolm, told her I knew the way he looked at her. She told me he was a good man, and that they were to be married on Saturday. Of course, I was shocked, but she made me tell no one, especially you, Hood. That's when she felt pain, and she collapsed to her knees. She made me run for help." He let out a few breaths, his voice quiet. "I never ran so fast. I thought that—"

"She was in labor," the man said.

Guy turned his head slowly to Robin, then to the man. "I see that now."

Robin put on a thinking face. "What happened to the baby?"

"Your father had the baby was to be taken to a safe place until the parents could marry and reclaim him," the man explained, pausing for a few moments. "But that was the last he or Ghislaine ever saw of their son."

Guy shuddered. The fire.

*****

Linda was going to kill him, that much was for sure.

"Since you now know that your mother is going to be 'forced' to be married to Malcolm, who is a good person and won't harm you, your sister, or your mother whatsoever, I agree with her. You have to keep your mouth shut until tomorrow," she had warned him.

"But why? It's not that big of a deal. And she is being forced into it, I know it."

"No she isn't, Guy, and apparently you don't know what it feels like to have respect taken from you in an instant. Especially if you're a woman!" She sighed. "Look, just don't tell anyone. Not your sister, not Robin, and definitely not your father."

Guy was going to see and possibly tell his father. Oops.

He walked the forest, trying to find his way to the camp where the lepers hung out, and he quickly found it. It helped when you had a bunch of outcasts giving you weird looks while you walked by, and that's exactly what Guy was getting. he swallowed and kept going, ignoring all the people that were giving him looks. But when he finally found his father, he stopped and called out: "Father?"

Sir Roger turned slowly, and Guy saw that he truly did look terrible. He had bumps on his forehead, and it ran down to the back of his neck. He looked pale, but got even paler when he saw Guy. "My son..." he breathed, looking around. He quickly waved his son over. "Come. Come with me."

Guy followed his father, the people still giving him weird looks. Once they were away from the people, Sir Roger went to scolding mode.

"You should not have come here," he told his son.

"I needed to tell you something," he shot back. "Malcolm Locklsey is forcing Mother to marry him. The wedding is tomorrow. You must stop them."

Sir Roger shook his head. "No," he spoke quietly. "That's no longer my right." He took a deep breath and let it out, trying to figure out what to say to his son. "You must try and understand, your mother needs a husband. And you need a father."

"I thought I already had one."

"Guy."

"I thought you loved us." His voice rose, and he could feel the anger. "Even when you went to the war. But you can't love us. If you did, you would never let this happen. If you did, then you would fight for us." Roger reached out to his son, but Guy inched back. "Leave me be. Leper."

And with that, Guy ran off.

*****

"You're not going to make it," Linda said in a sing-song voice. "You watch, you're going to miss."

"You watch, I'm going to make it." He released his arrow, and it shot through both bags that were hanging in a line on a tree.

"Damn it!" Linda cursed.

Robin laughed at her and pinched her side, making her punch his arm in return. Robin rubbed his shoulder, sticking his tongue out. His gaze turned toward the village, and then he paled. So did Linda. They crouched in the tall yellow grass, watching as Sir Roger tried to stealthily go back to the village, a cream colored cloak over his shoulders, but his face was revealed.

"What is he doing here?" Linda whispered. Her eyes widened. "Oh, I'm going to kill Guy. Robin, we—" She turned her head to the side, cursing when she saw Robin gone. Standing, she chased after him and followed the trail they came from. She was just entering the village when she saw Robin run like a crazed child to his father.

"He's back! The leper! Guy's father!" he shouted.

"You snitch!" Linda yelled, running to Robin's side and whacking him in the back of the head. "Next time before  you get someone in trouble, think!"

"He's a leper, Linda, and he must be dealt with," Malcolm said coolly. "Where is he?"

"In their house."

"Robin!!"

Malcolm nodded and ran off. Linda groaned and was about to follow, but Robin and her ran into Longthorn.

"What's happened?"

"The leper's back!"

"Robin, stop it, and come on!"

Linda grabbed Robin by the wrist and pulled him along, trying to ignore the commotion that Longthorn was trying to commence. By the time she got to the manor, Guy and Isabella were running out. Linda didn't hesitate to jump into his arms and squeeze his neck.

"Are you all right? Are you hurt? D-did Malcolm do anything to you?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, and so is Isabella," Guy said.

"Good."

Just then, a loud crack filled the air. Who knew that a slap could be so loud? Guy's cheek burned as his head suddenly whipped to the side, and Linda shook her hand, her palm still stinging from the impact.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" she yelled at him.

"I had no choice. My mother was going to be forced to marry that wretched bastard who only claimed to love her."

"What?!" Robin cried.

"Stop it!" yelled Isabella. She frowned as she sniffed the air. "Does anyone else smell fire burning?"

Guy paled. "Oh, no."

"Look, Sir Malcolm is burning the place," bellowed Longthron from behind the kids, four torches in his hand. He handed them to four of the citizens.

"No, it was an accident!" Guy tried to explain. Even Swain was at a loss.

"It's the only way to get rid of the disease," Longthron continued. "Come on!"

"No, you're wrong, don't do this!"

"Stop! Stop!" ordered Swain, but a few people were able to get past him and light the edges of the manor on fire.

"Wait, my father's in there!" Robin cried, and Swain grabbed his torso from behind and pulled him back. "No! No!"

"So is mine..." Guy breathed as he looked on at the raging fire that was destroying his home.

"And Ghislaine," Linda said, and Guy's eyes widened.

His mother.

*****

"I should have saved her," Guy whispered, his voice breaking. "I should've braved the flames."

It was dawn, but the area seemed to be covered in a hazy navy blue. Guy and Robin still sat there, listening to the the man, though this part they all knew. It was the part where the two men had watched as their parent's burned to a crisp, and the manor that had once belonged to Guy's father crumpled to the floor.

"Would've been too late," the man croaked.

Guy scoffed and shook his head. "You don't know that."

"She was already dead." The man paused for a few moments. "While your parents were battling it out for Ghislaine's hand and the law,  she was still in the manor trying to stop the violence. Your parents fought like soldiers, but there was a cost to their actions. Robin, your father had Roger pressed on the floor in a corner. Ghislaine approached Malcolm from behind, trying to stop the violence. But Malcolm was already so angry, he hit Ghislaine on the chin from behind, making her neck snap. By the time they realized what they did, it was too late."

Guy snapped. He tackled Robin and pinned him to the ground, grabbing his neck and squeezing the life out of him.

"Get off!" Robin demanded, though his voice was quiet and strained. "Get off!"

There was a snapping sound in the trees, but Guy ignored it. The only thing he was interested in was killing Robin. The man, though, heard it, and he looked up, bringing a finger to his lips before dealing with Guy and Robin.

"And what will that achieve?" he questioned. "He didn't kill Ghislaine."

Guy whipped his head around, eyes watering. "No, but his father did, and as his father's dead–"

"Gis–" Robin could feel the air cutting off, and his face turned purple. Guy only squeezed harder. He was about to punch Robin's face, but the man stopped him.

"No, he isn't."

Guy whipped his head around again, but he didn't let go of Robin. "Explain yourself."

He spoke fast... or as fast as he could. "Once they found out that their one love was dead, they were both heartbroken. Roger was about to end Malcom's life, but his good nature told him other wise. Instead, he had Malcolm leave the manor, while he stayed with his already dead wife. He claimed that you and your sister, Guy, would be better off without him. So Malcolm took this chance to escape, though he got burned on the side of his face."

Guy just barely released his grip on Robin, and that gave Robin the opportunity to push Guy off him and approach the figure, grabbing him by the shoulders and pinning him to the nearest tree. Guy stood, watching as the scene rolled out.

"My father would never have left me alone!" yelled Robin through gritted teeth.

The man paused, and Robin looked at him weirdly. The man put one hand to the outlaw's chest and pushed him away gently. Then he slowly took off his hood, revealing a familiar–yet old and worn out, as well as partly burned–face.

"No," croaked Robin, and he sounded close to crying. He stepped back, shaking his head repeatedly, "No."

"I'm sorry, Robin," apologized Malcolm Locksley.

"No," Robin said again, stepping away fully now and doing a full turn while running his hand through his hair. "I mourned for you!" he shouted, pointing an accusing finger at his should-be-dead father, turning away again to have a moment for himself.

"How could I be your father after what I had done?" asked Malcolm, his voice raspier than before. "After all had taught you about honor." He paused. "Robin."

His son barely turned to look at him, the same sadness reflecting what Malcolm was feeling and the look he was wearing on his face.

"I couldn't bear to see the shame in your eyes."

Guy didn't show any sympathy at all. "You killed her," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "All these years, I thought it was my fault. That my parents died because of the fire I started, but it was you." He slowly walked toward Malcolm. "That guilt was with me every day." He grabbed Malcolm by the collar of his cloak and shook him. "Every day!" he screamed in his face, fighting the tears that wanted to stream down his face.

"Get off him!" Robin grabbed Guy and threw him to the other side, stepping in front of his father.

"Can't you see he deserves this?" demanded Guy in a loud and broken voice, pointing an accusing finger at Locksley. "He's betrayed us both."

"You're right," said Malcolm, slowly peeling himself off of the tree. "Death would be a release."

Guy and Robin both stared at him.

"There has been many times that I have been tempted to do the job myself."

"And you expect us to feel sorry for you?" snapped Robin.

"Of course not."

"So why now?" Guy demanded as Robin walked away to think for a minute. "Why tell us after all this time?"

"Because of your brother."

They stared at him again, this time like he was crazy.

"I need you to forgive each other."

Robin scoffed and shook his head, running a hand through his hair. Guy just stared at him and blinked, not believing what he was saying.

Forget it, old man.

"So that you can unite and save him."

"Oh, this again!" Guy walked away to where Robin was originally sitting and grabbed the sides of his head, trying to calm his massive headache.

"Everything I have told you is the truth," Malcolm defended. "And I have told you so you don't destroy each other like your father's." He looked at Robin's back. "Son–"

"No," Robin said coolly, shaking his head. "No, you lost the right to call me 'son' when you left me alone in the world." He started to walk away, shaking his head.

"Maybe," Malcolm said carefully, making Robin stop. "But didn't it make you the man you are today?"

*****

"Let me go! My father's in there!" Robin yelled, still struggling against Swain. "Yours, too! Do something!"

But Guy couldn't do anything, and as he held his sobbing and shattered sister, he realized then that all of this was his fault. Linda was right... as usual. If he hadn't been so reckless and blinded by rage, none of this would've happened. They would all be living their lives normally, and his mother would still be with him and his sister.

"It's gonna come down!" Linda cried. "Move back!"

The roof of the manor came tumbling down, and the flames went nuts... as did Robin. He started screaming and crying, calling out his father's name. After a while, the flames calmed, and all that was left was ash and soot. A few people inspected the manor, looking for any signs of life. But there was none.

"Children," called Longthorn with his hands in his pockets as he walked out of the ground of the manor. "We've searched what is left of Gisborne manor. Your parents... there's nothing left."

"You killed them," Guy said, his voice broken and hurt. He looked from Swain, to Robin, and then to Longthorn. "All of you, you murdered them."

"You started the fire, boy," Longthorn snapped.

"Malcolm entered his home with no right, all because Roger wanted to see his wife. It is your fault that this happened, Longthorn, all because you wanted something that will never be yours!" shouted Linda, but Guy put a hand on her shoulder and hung his head in shame. He took his sister's hand and walked off.

"That's right, you go back to where you came from," Longthorn taunted. "News of your father's shame won't have reached France yet. You're no longer welcome anywhere near my land."

"Your land? Wait. Guy, wait!" Linda stormed off, ignoring the laughter that Longthorn was giving off. She found the two Gisborne's saddling a white horse. Isabella was on the front, her eyes red. Guy was getting the rest of the horse ready, setting a bag on his shoulders.

"Guy, please, he is not a noble, and the estate will be passed to Robin. He can help you. That way there, your sister and you do not have to flee to France."

"Even if Robin were to gain the estate, what makes you think that he will grant Isabella and I access, or land for that matter?"

"That fact that I know Robin, and although stubborn and incredibly cocky, he's a good person and can see beyond his own desire. Look, just– Just stop for a moment." She grabbed him by the shoulders, stopping him from getting the horse ready any more. "I am begging you, do not leave this place. There are still kind people who are willing to help."

"But no one is as kind as you are," Guy explained softly, taking her shoulders now. "They still see me and my sister a danger, and because my father was a leper, and I started the fire, our reputation will go down the gutter."

"Then come with me back to Nottingham, where you and Bella can stay and be safe from those people." Her eyes were brimming with tears. "Please, Guy."

Guy sighed and shook his head. "I'm so sorry, but as much as we'd love to–"

"We can't because we've basically been damned by the bastard that is Longthorn," Isabella said.

Linda blinked and nodded slowly. "So be it." She pulled out a small pouch of coins and put it in Guy's hands. "You're going to need it."

"I can't take this from you," he argued quietly, looking from the pouch to her.

"It is a gift, Guy," she told him softly. "Keep it."

Guy blinked a few times before nodding and putting it in his bag. He smiled halfheartedly and pointed to his cheek. "Kiss for good luck?"

She returned his halfhearted smile and nodded. She grabbed the collar of his cloak, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed his cheek.

"Blech," Isabella snorted. "Gross."

Linda tried laughing. "Here I thought you were going to make fun of us," she mused.

"Don't worry, I'll be teasing Guy during the ride to France," Isabella promised.

Linda shook her head and walked to her side, and Guy climbed on behind his sister. Linda took Isabella's hand. "You be careful, Isabella of Gisborne. Take care of your brother when he needs you, and you likewise with you Guy. Ride hard, and don't stop. Find what ever family you have left in France, and try rebuilding your life then. Keep in contact with me, okay?"

The two kids nodded and said good-bye to their friend that they had known for so long. Guy clicked his tongue and nudged the horse he was on and spurred the horse into action. The horse whinnied and rode off, and Guy looked back for a fraction of a second before looking back at the rode ahead. Linda watched them leave, before indistinct shouting made her jump. She sprinted back to the village, where she saw it was in chaos. Robin ran to her side, and she craned her head to look at him.

"Where were you?"

"Thinking. Apparently the duty of taking care of Locksley falls to me. You?"

"Saying good-bye to friends." Linda noticed that he had his father's bow and another bow in hand, as well as two quivers of arrows. "Where–"

"You close your eyes for two seconds, and look what you get, eh?" He handed her a bow and a quiver. "Come on, we  need to help."

They charged into Locksley, where the two teens saw that Longthorn was collecting taxes and generally being a real pain.

"Leave them be!" cried Robin.

"Ignore him," Longthorn ordered to his men.

Robin and Linda exchanged a look before firing arrows purposely past the Longthorn's men's heads, making them flee. Robin and Linda turned to Longthorn.

"Next time, we won't miss," Robin warned him.

"You stupid little boy," he growled. He took two steps forward, but was greeted by the kids pointing their arrows at him in warning.

"I wouldn't move if I were you," Linda admonished. "These lands belong to Robin, not you."

"My father never struck me. Neither will you. These are my people, and I will care for them as my father intended. I am Lord of the Manor now."

Longthorn frowned, mad that he was losing. "We'll see how long that lasts. Wait till you have to deal with your first poor harvest or bad winter. You'll be begging for help."

"And he will have it," Swain countered.

"What, from a simpering priest and a few villagers?" he scoffed.

"As well as a friend and a daughter of a soon-to-be Sheriff." Robin looked to Linda. "You will help me, won't you?"

"Of course I will."

"Oi, see?"

It stayed quiet for a moment, and Longthorn looked around. Swain and the villagers were giving him looks, and he growled. Shaking his head and muttering to himself, he sulked to the exit. The crowd jeered, shouting at him to leave. Before he could leave through the wooden open gate, Robin let his arrow thunk in front of Longthorn's face, he of which only ripped it out and let it snap in half before running away. The shouting turned to cheering, and Robin grinned, pumping his fist in the air like he had just won something. He pointed to his cheek.

"Kiss for good luck?"

Linda rolled her eyes and pat him on the face. "Not a chance, Locksley." Yet she couldn't stop grinning.

*****

Silence, that's what took over the three. Complete and utter silence. There was nothing more to their pasts now, but they were able to patch up old wounds... in a way.. Guy still didn't forgive Malcolm for everything he did.

"Both of your lives could have been so different if it were not for the mistakes your parents made," he said.

"We can't change that," Robin said, shaking his head and shooting Guy a look. "I can never forgive Guy."

"Why not?"

Robin sighed and ran a stressed hand through his hair. "Because he showed no remorse for what he did to Marian."

Guy scoffed and shook his head, looking at the ground. "You know nothing," he said lowly.

Robin glared at Guy. "You worked and killed for the Sheriff for years."

"And you'd still be living under his power were it not for me," he retorted, crossing his arms and looking at the outlaw now.

"What do you mean, for you?" he snapped.

Guy slowly turned and shot Robin daggers. "Let's just say that I did someone a favor by releasing her from a monster."

"Only so she could be stuck with another one?"

"Shut up, Hood, and think."

Robin stayed silent for a moment before letting out a breath and raising his brow. "You killed the Sheriff."

"And I intend to kill the new one, too," Guy said lowly with a nod.

"First, you must join to save your brother," Malcolm practically wheezed.

"You know where he is?" Robin questioned.

"Finally," he answered. "After many years of searching. I thought if I could find him, tell him the truth about who he was... it seemed the right thing to do – for Ghislaine."

Guy sighed and looked at the ground, closing his eyes as the painful memories of his mother came back to him.

"Wasn't easy," Malcolm continued. "He doesn't stay in the same place for long. Now he has no choice."

Guy took a few steps, thinking. "Where is he?"

"York jail."

Robin paled for some reason, and Guy shot him a look. He shook his head and looked at his father. "Why is he there?"

"He is to hang."

Guy's eyes widened as he looked to Robin, and he looked at Guy. They shared a look of agreement before glancing at Malcolm again.

"I'm too sick to help," he explained. "I'm dying, Robin."

Robin sighed and let his head hang, shaking his head and taking two steps forwards. "Father...."

"You are my last chance. Together, I know you can both do this. Remember the birthmark,  shaped like an arrow head. It is why your mother named him Archer."

Guy looked to the sky, then blinked repeatedly to keep his tears in check and looked to the floor. Ghislaine... his mother... his wonderful, kind, caring, dead mother...

"You'll do this for me," Malcolm told Robin.

He nodded and blinked fast, putting his hands on Malcolm's shoulders. "I won't let him die, Father." He hugged his father tightly for a few moments before letting go, put his hand still remained on his shoulder.

"I wish I could see you three together at last," Malcolm mused.

Robin shook his head, stammering. "W-well surly, we have... more time."

Malcolm shook his head. "I'm sorry."

Robin exhaled sharply and groaned. "No." Then he fell to the ground, unconscious. Guy flinched.

"Look, I really have no desire to see you again," he told Malcolm with his hands in the air. Malcolm ignored him and blew from his dart thrower, and Guy slapped his neck after the impact. Then he fell to the ground, trying to stay awake. His vision was blurry, and he could hardly see anything. He did, though, see another hooded figure jump down from the trees and stand next to Malcolm.

"You will watch over them?" he asked the figure, though Guy heard it muffled.

The figure nodded and slowly approached Guy, kneeling and putting something over his shoulders, and then something next to him. He felt lips peck his cheek, and then put a hand on his forehead. Before Guy clocked out of consciousness, he heard these words:

Until my last breath.

*****

Felling like you had two hangovers in one day absolutely sucked. Guy groaned as he sat up, his head pounding and spinning. He blinked, trying to come back to the world of the living. That's when he remembered the figure. Looking to his side, he saw his jacket and his black leather tunic. He stood up a little too quickly and put them on, thankful to have his leather back on him. Robin sat up and also groaned, looking around.

"Gisborne?"

"Enough," Guy said, taking two lousy steps towards the outlaw on the floor. "No more talk."

"So, what do you think we sh—"

"To York." Guy held out a hand to Robin, he of which just looked at it. After a few moments, he took it and let Guy help him up. Robin shook his head, trying to fight off the woozy feeling. He grabbed his bow and his single arrow, then walked away from the camp site with Guy.

*****

Apparently, Robin mistook the words "York" for "Outlaws' Camp." They were able to find horses, and they rode throughout the forest, Robin making them stop at a hill.

"We go no further unless I know I can trust you," Robin ordered. "I can't just betray the others and bring you to the camp."

"You can trust me," Guy said lowly. "Just don't ask me to forgive your father."

Robin's voice became dangerous. "Now, you listen to me, Gisborne," Robin warned him. "If we're going to work together, then we have to leave that behind."

Guy sighed and shook his head, his grip tightening on the reigns. "That's easy for you to say. Your father seduced my mother."

Robin groaned. "Well, it didn't take much effort, did it?!"

Whoops.

Guy shot Robin a look of disbelief before lunging at him, making himself and the outlaw fly off their horses and tumble down the hill.

Old habits seemed to just never die out.

They grunted and muttered as they rolled over each other, becoming covered in leaves. Robin was able to throw Guy off him when they were halfway down to the bottom, but Guy quickly stood and kicked him in the face. Robin blocked it with his hands, and kept blocking Guy's hits. Robin elbowed Guy in the face, and then kicked him in the stomach. Guy grabbed Robin's arm and put him a lock, punching him twice in the stomach. Things changed when Robin punched Guy twice in the face and threw him to the side.

"You kill my wife, and you expect my forgiveness?" demanded Robin, his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

"I loved her as you loved her!" Robin went to strike again, but Guy grabbed his arm and kicked him hard, putting that arm behind him and grabbing his neck as if he wanted to snap it in half. "I'll never ask for your forgiveness." Robin tripped him up and grabbed the collar of his tunic. "I can't forgive myself."

"What?" Robin demanded, hauling him up on his feet like it was nothing. They stared at each other, generally confused. "Gisborne!" Robin pushed him out of the way just as Much fired an arrow that nearly went through his head.

That's when the outlaws came swarming down, Kate with a sword in her hand. Tuck and John jumped on him, pinning his arms down. Guy struggled, but he couldn't move. Robin yelled at Kate to not do anything, but she simply ignored him. But another cry came from the side, and made everyone jump. Kate made a strangled scream and cast her sword down on Guy's head. He squeezed his eyes shut, readying himself for death.

Yet the blow didn't come, but the clash of two swords did.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, gasping. She looked terrible. Her cloak was covered in leaves, and her hair was everywhere. Her happy green eyes were on fire, and she was glaring at Kate. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the sword that was hovering over Guy.

"Touch him," Linda warned, her voice hoarse and dangerously low, "and I slit your throat."