Jaime squirmed and wriggled so much, that the man holding on to him half released him. Zorro winced as the child received a stinging slap across his face.
Hold still, he thought. Just hold still, Jaime. Be careful, be wise. The masked man frowned and his eyes grew colder than usual. The man who had struck his son would get the equivalent treatment.
The boy stood still in shock for a moment, and caught his father's eye. Zorro gestured rubbing eyes, and the boy dissolved into tears.
"Why, Leo? He's only about 7. If there are any marks on him…"