EMILY’S POV.

Instinctively, I swatted his hand away. I was used to being abused, but not his rough touch. No matter how violent John was, he didn’t have that rough grip that the man in front of me had.

He let out a bark-like laugh, and clapped.

“Feisty. Do you know where you are? You’re with Lopez now. You see, the three of us are going to show you magic, and it would be best for you if you enjoy it.” He said, and one of them stood in front of me, jerking my hair downwards, making my ...