***JAKE'S POV***
I could see Alex with the knife pressed to the witch's throat. She looked so determined and steadfast. I knew that she was willing to kill this woman. I knew that we probably needed to kill her. That was what usually happened to the witches in stories, but I didn't want Alex to have that on her conscience. I wanted her to be able to live with herself in the future.
However, I wasn't in the position to stop her at the moment. I was currently pointing the sword in my hand at the pathetic man that called himself her husband.
"STOP!"
"LET GO OF HER!"
"DON'T HURT THEM!" Three voices. Three women. Three shouts in favor of those two assholes that cursed Alex and stole those kids.
"Huh?" I flinched just a little when I saw the shapes of the women rush past me.
