Karsyn POV
He demanded Demi’s phone, so he could go through it. Only to have her decline to give it over. Karsyn snarled right at her and saw her glare right up at him. There she was the real Demi. If she wasn’t acting, she wouldn’t even have it, Zac would have it stashed somewhere out of sight, and he knew it.
“Grant, you have more handcuffs, yes?” he asked.
“Yes, son.” he nodded and Raygan pulled a pair from the desk draw, tossed them to him. Watched as Demi tried to get away from him, only to have Mika latch onto her and shove her at him.
“Grandmother please.” she implored.
“I’m not your grandmother, Demi. Not right this minute, maybe never be again. If I find out you did poison my son, you might not survive me.” Mika stated in a flat, hard, unforgiving tone. “You’ll want to pray
