Adrian's pov
The girls terrified cries echoed through the ballroom.
"Father!" she sobbed. "Please do something!"
Michael took a step forward. "Let her go Adrian," he said, his voice darkening.
"One more step and I'll blow her brains out," I warned. "These ain't ordinary bullets if you must know," I said, gesturing to the gun.
"These are silver, dipped in wolvebane. So I'd think twice before you speak or do anything stupid."
"Father!" the girl whined, her voice grating on my nerves. "Please don't let me die."
"Your father is helpless sweetheart," I smiled coldly, my gaze flickered to Michael. "There's nothing he can do to save you."
Michael swallowed, sweat beaded his forehead. "You don't have to do this Adrian," he said, his voice low. "She's innocent, I'm the one that killed you
