Hank
Jack suddenly made a move toward the door, but Erik was quick to block his way. It was a good thing he had because Jack and I wanted blood. Daniel’s blood. Naomi rushed off toward Corey’s bedroom, while Alastair and Atticus took in their surroundings.
“We need help,” Atticus muttered as he took out his phone and stepped outside. Erik kept his eye on Jack and me.
“I will kill him,” I stated, and Jack nodded in agreement.
“It would be the most logical thing to do…but you see…murder will land you in jail, and you do not want to go to jail,” Erik said, and even though we knew he was right, I didn’t care.
“What the f**k is he doing here?” Jack questioned. The answer was clear, but we just weren’t sure.
“Probably to try and convince Corey to take him back. Daniel hasn’t exactly been
