Dean’s POV
Maybe you should slow down, Dean. Think about this. Make a plan.
Quinn isn’t the only one who’s said that to me in the past few minutes. Liz, Stella, and Roscoe all have, too.
I get their concern—really, I do. The fucker has my daughter in his possession; we can’t do anything that will risk her life.
But also, the fucker has my daughter in his possession. I refuse to not do something about it.
We’re closing in on him now. We’re in Texas—near Austin, I believe. He and his clan must have finally come to a stop, because their scent is getting stronger and stronger, rather than the faint, faraway wisps we’ve been catching on the wind.
I can smell her, too—Julia. My baby girl. She’s alive.
Gaia was right—if Nolan hasn’t killed her already, it means he’s more interested in groo
