Merriman struggled to his feet, spitting out the blood in his mouth as he stumbled past the immobile Eric.
As he reached for the door handle, he turned back to look at Eric, his tone calm but laced with an unyielding finality. "Let her go, understand? You don't want to make an enemy of any Scott."
"Don't even think about it! She's mine!" Eric shouted; his voice full of desperation.
But before he could finish, Eric felt those deep blue eyes piercing through him again. The same sense of helplessness washed over him as if some invisible force was controlling his very soul.
He fought back, trying to regain control, but Merriman moved faster.
He pulled out two photos from his pocket and tossed them towards Eric. The photos drew an arc through the air, fluttering down to the carpet in front
