Emera's pov
"Sirus, this isn't the way. Let go of Emera. " Brent repeated, his voice firm and commanding. He was trying to reason with the aggressor, attempting to find a peaceful solution in the midst of the chaos.
Sirus's face twisted with a mix of fury and disdain. " This woman," He hissed, his grip on my throat tightening to show his frustration. " Helped the girl to escape. This only proves that the girl had the intention to kill my niece all along. I can't have a murderer escape."
Bryson's teeth bared in a primal snarl, his fingers pressing harder against Sirus's hand.
"My mate is not a murderer." The blood dripped from Sirus's hands from Bryson's relentless grip, yet he did not loosen his fingers around my neck.
There were many ways this could go....but one way I hope it would
