Old Smith, seeing the once-scarred child he brought to Aberdeen many years ago now grown into a beautiful lady, felt a complicated expression crease his face.
"Let's talk later, young miss," Old Smith said, his voice laden with emotion but aware of the pressing matters at hand.
Retracting his gaze from Rora, he turned to his son and granddaughter with clenched jaws and eyes burning with anger. "The two of you, come with me," he commanded.
Despite his urge to scold them, Old Smith knew the live coverage of their situation would not only expose him to the Winchester family but also put Rora at risk. The Winchesters would attack immediately.
"Young miss, please come with me," Old Smith said softly, standing beside Rora.
Rora looked at him, her face filled with disappointment, but she sup
