Ivan
"Dad, let Mary go," Nefera ordered once I put her down. She'd insisted on coming downstairs, and I refused to let her walk. Vishnu had sat in front of Simon, growling every time the witch moved, and Trip hadn't released Mary yet. "I want to talk to her."
"Don't trust him," Mary's voice warned, pointing to Simon, the power of my father-in-law still invading the whole building. "And be wary of them."
This time he pointed to Tatiana, who was being moved by Cabe, and to Mary's body. Not a warning we needed, but appreciated nonetheless. Whatever the witches were up to hadn't gone to their plans, and I didn't care if the older two had different agendas. They'd come into my territory screaming about good faith and look at the mess they'd left. On top of everything, they'd forced my mate out of bed and added unnecessary stress to her nerves.
