Jason's POV
Pacing back and forth outside the office door, I sighed with irritation. Now and then, my eyes would meet my fathers; he watched me uneasily; snarling at him, I would turn and walk in the opposite direction.
"Archer, can you sense her?" I asked; Archer answered in the form of a disappointed growl.
"Son! I need you to calm down."
"Yeah, I need you to f**k off!" I roared, spinning my eyes tore into his enraged. "She is NOT a threat!" I hissed, pointing to the office door furiously. Shaking my head, livid at how they were preserving her.
"We don't know that. f**k we don't know anything about her!"
"We have only known her a few damn days! It's hardly enough time to get a life story- is it?" I growled. My father winced, and I knew I was raising my voice; not
