“Please, Stephen.” I beg, my eyes land on him only.

I desperately want him to believe me, the urge to convince Dominic doesn’t even exist.

Before I know it, Elijah yanks me by my hair.

His hand wraps around my brown locks, pulling on them harshly.

A yelp escapes my lips, as tears start to rush out.

No one approaches to help me.

Both of them continue to gaze at me without an ounce of sympathy.

“I want my sister back, safe and sound.” Elijah demands, I can sense the ...