I turned to carry my daughter toward the banquet hall, but behind me, Edith flicked a glance at her children.
In the next instant, her son and daughter charged at us, stones already in their fists, hurling them straight at my head.
"You evil woman! You're trying to steal our daddy! In your dreams!"
"Beat her dead! Don't you dare bully our mommy or take our daddy away!"
Stone after stone flew at us. I twisted to shield Hildegarde, but one rock caught her square on the forehead. Blood poured down instantly.
Hildegarde wailed, her small body shaking with sobs. The two brats grinned at the sight and scooped up more stones, throwing harder.
I turned and fixed them with a stare cold enough to freeze marrow. "Do you want to die?"
Something in my voice must have carried the weight of the Silvercrest bloodline, because both children flinched as if struck. They scrambled behind Finn, clutching his collar and whimpering.
"Daddy, that woman said she's going to kill us!"
Finn dropped to his knees at once, pulling them close, murmuring comfort. When he finally looked up at me, his brows were knotted with fury.
"Narelle, are you done making a scene?"