"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" she smirks.

Several low growls fill the air.

"LET MY DAUGHTER GO," I demand through gritted teeth.

The witch tilts her head, still smirking. "Not happening," she says. "I want that hybrid too."

I glance sideways and see Archer standing close to me.

I can feel his anger - he must be furious about what she's doing to his friend.

I feel his hand touch mine.

Something's ...