Chapter 107
ARLAN BARDOT
My heart was racing as I watched them, the team of armed police officers that swarmed ianthes mansion.
"She is in the garage, rae is kept in the garage, there is a door there that leads to an underground dungeon that Ianthe built herself, that is where she is keeping Rae and a whole lot of other people." Matt explained and I my heart ached.
Dungeons?! Rae was being kept in a dungeon? Holy fuck! No wonder I did not think of searching the fucking dungeons!
I was about to rush into the garage when Matt grabbed my arm and pulled me back, acting as the only sensible male between us.
"Let me go!" I snarled at him, wanting to shake him away harshly but remembering that rae would probably slit my throat if she learns I hurt Matt.
"I can not let you go." He snarled right back at me.
"What?!"
