(Tyler’s POV)
I’ve never seen my precious daughter look so weak, frail, or afraid in my life. Even after her ordeal with that vamp when she was only twelve, she never seemed weak or fearful. She’s always been so strong, so confident. I believe that was one of the reasons she was able to keep it from her Mother and I. Waiting like this I felt so d*mned useless. I wanted to do something, to punch something. Those motherf**kers better be dead!
I looked over at Alex as I had that thought. He was standing there, by the coffee station, absently fixing a large coffee, looking so defeated. I know he’s worried about April too. It’s the only reason I’m not tearing his sorry a** limb from limb right now. But I also couldn’t hold my anger back fully any longer and I stormed toward him with murder
