**Razor**
I waited in my study for Dean to bring James. What the hell would compel that bastard to confront me in person? What about Tara? The door opened, with Dean dragging James along.
The door creaked open, and Dean entered, dragging James along with him. I stood up, my expression cold and unreadable. "What the hell are you doing here, James?" I barked, watching calmly as Dean pushed him to kneel in front of me.
James looked up at me, his eyes filled with fear and regret. "I know you hate me," he began, his voice trembling. "But I'm begging you to help me."
I raised an eyebrow, folding my arms across my chest. "Help you with what?"
He shook his head sadly. "My daughter was taken by Tom's men last night," he said quietly.
I felt a surge of anger rising within me. "And why should I care?" I snapped.
