Ciara grabbed the hand caressing her face, looking up at him with stern eyes.
"I know what I'm talking about Justin. Call the pack warriors and have them guard the place, call Lebanon... he can be your personal guard so... "
"Ciara," he called, impatience laced in his voice, yet not wanting to yell at her. "You're overreacting."
"I swear I have a bad feeling, but why would I expect more from you. Why would I expect you to listen to me." With that, she left his prescence, visibly furious.
A pretty girl with back length brown hair and huge round chocolate brown eyes, stepped into the room, holding textbooks.
"Dad, why's step mum angry?"
"It's nothing sweetie, please go back to your room." He managed a smile as she said, but his smile threatened to crack when his son Dimitri, just 15 walked in.
"Why's mum mad?"
"Can you two get into your respective rooms, I have to make a very important call now." He lied.
