PARIS'S POV
"Ember? Em!" I shouted, but she was unconscious now. The wolfsbane had been too much for her to handle. I wanted so badly to head back and deal with the man who had caused all of this, but Ember had asked me to let it be. If I didn't listen to Ember, that man was going to die in my hands. And heaven knew I wanted nothing more than to end the bloke's life.
How dare he kidnap Ember? How dare he so much as hurt her?
My phone buzzed, and I knew before I even looked at it that it was going to be jeans. And alas, when I picked up the call, it really was Jean,
"Did you find her?" he asked, and his voice sounded very close to hysterics,
"I definitely did." I said, looking down at her pale countenance, "But she's unconscious, mate. Bastard made her inhale a lot of wolfsbane."
"Who
