“Let her go...” I told Falcon, who reluctantly let go of the woman. She quickly ran to the man who was naked in his very glory.
“She has our daughter’s scent.” She uttered. Loud and clear. Fear was pure awful in her voice. I saw how Jared’s jaw tightened in anger as he wrapped his arm around her small frame. I could now see where Tasha got her footage.
“Where’s my daughter?” He asked in a rough, low voice. The hint of anger was blatant. I could almost feel the change in the air.
“Tasha...” I whispered the name. Merideth sharply gasped along with her husband’s deep menacing growl at the sound of their daughter’s name.
“I will fúcking kill you!” He dangerously muttered. Dried leaves surrounding us levitated as his free hand clenched tightly, it looked as though he was summoning the air.
