Beside him, a man in his late twenties stood holding a wicked-looking serrated blade. He wore faded blue jeans and a black v-neck t-shirt that revealed an intricate tattoo down his entire left arm. Atticus found himself riveted in place as he took in thick black hair and serious eyebrows set over dark brown eyes. The stranger looked equal parts irritated and surprised, but it was clear he was weighing his options.
