Chapter 25

“Enough, enough…” he crooned in Charlie’s ear. Charlie struggled until Harry let go, but he got to his feet, glaring at the man with the bloody face grovelling on the ground.

Charlie’s nostrils flared. “Bastard. He doesn’t deserve to live.”

“I know,” Harry said holding out a hand towards him. Mosely’s cronies were long gone, leaving just him, Charlie, and a stunned Julian. The sound of running footsteps broke them apart as two fishermen ran towards them.

“Are you hurt?” One of them bent to look at Mosely, whilst the other laid a hand on Charlie’s arm.

Charlie shook his head as he shook out his hand and then stuck it under his armpit. “Thank you, but no, I am unharmed. This man robbed my ward and attempted to do the same with us.” He gestured at Harry and Julian.

“He’s out for a bit. I’ll get the magistrate,” the man kneeling on the ground beside the now unconscious Mosely said.

“Don’t think he’s going to thank us for that. He’ll be eating goose with the family.”