CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
“Sam!” screamed a voice.
Sam suddenly stopped, hypnotized by the voice, his sword frozen in mid-air.
“SAM!” screamed the voice again.
Sam turned and looked, and Caitlin saw who it was.
Scarlet stood there, hands on her hips, red-faced, screaming at Sam.
“Don’t you hurt her! That’s my mommy! What kind of brother are you?”
Scarlet stepped forward, fearless, and positioned herself between Sam and Caitlin.
Sam stared back, perplexed. He still held the sword, as if frozen.
“It’s your job to protect her. Don’t you remember? IT’S YOUR JOB!”
Sam blinked several times.
“You promised to protect her. And me. What kind of brother are you?” Scarlet screamed, chastising him.
There was something about the tone of Scarlet’s voice—something so honest and real—that it seemed t
