“Why don’t you tell me where she is?” he growled, his voice rasping in my ear, his breath as rotten as his soul. I shrouded my mind in loving thoughts of family and friends. I needed to protect myself, from this horror, from this moment, from him.
“Come on, Jean-Pierre. I know you keep her company. Where is your little wolf?” the Butcher hissed, the hard tip of his boot making contact with my stomach. I convulsed in pain, gritting my teeth, fighting the terror.
“You can’t protect her forever. Just tell me where Danielle is so I can find this special Stone and I’ll let you live.”
With a great deal of effort, I lifted my tired head, the muscles running along my back already strained from the run. I stared at the Butcher in front of me and with all the energy I had left, I managed to shake
