“Get her out of here,” Lorenzo instructed Edward in a firm voice.
“No!” Abigail protested but her cries were soon muffled once again by Edwards' hand as he replaced his hand as before and carried her out of the house as though she weighed nothing more than a loaf of bread.
Edward was all muscle and strength; if she ever thought his muscles were just for show, she was well and truly corrected for her mistake in assumption.
He carried her out of the house all the way back to where they had parked their car. Even then, he did not let her go. He had a strong feeling the moment he let her go, she would not only run back to the house in her attempt to save her father, but she would most likely also try to kill him judging by the look in her eyes.
She had stopped fighting about five minut
