Then she shook off the stupor that came over her and ran forward. She grabbed the arm of the old man and touched strong muscles.
"Please stop. Whatever you're going to do to him, please don't," she pleaded while tears fell down her cheek.
He glared down at her, his angled face contemptuous. "This is all for you, sweetheart. So that you can have your girly heart go pitter patter over the idea of your man sacrificing for you." Nicholas's sarcasm cut deep.
"You don't know what - " she started to say, but Mark's voice boomed over hers.
It echoed round the chamber and Sabrina clutched her ears. Did all of these supernatural people have the ability to make their voices resonate like that?
"Nicholas. Enough."
Nicholas and Mark glared at each other. At last, Mark said through gritted teeth.
