EMMA
And while the knife was still held to my father’s neck, I mind link him. “Dad you have to shapeshift right now and head towards the exit!”
“What about you? I'm not leaving you here, Emma.” my dad replied. I could see sweat breaking out from his brow, he was trying hard to hold his breath because a single movement could make get him hurt.
How would I tell him I’d be fine and he’d need more protection than me?
“You're not leaving me here! Just shapeshift, please. I have a plan, dad, you have to trust me." I tried not to focus on him so the vicious Vladimir wouldn’t find out we were communicating.
“Don’t try anything funny, Emma,” he ambled closer to me, wrapping his robe around his body as though his men weren’t pointing a knife to someone’s neck.
Where the heck were the feel
