*Eleanor*
I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him this angry. He’s fuming, and I can tell that he is barely holding control of Hati.
Anders tied the man to a post, and he was not gentle. He, too, seems to be struggling with containing his anger.
I walk to my husband and place my hand on his arm gently. He turns to me, startled, and looks at me with black eyes. They flash back to his blue, and then something in between. He doesn’t have much control at the moment.
“Stay back,” he snarls at me. He’s never spoken to me like that, and it scares me. “I don’t want you to get hurt. I have no control right now.”
I nod and step back. My husband and Anders exchange a look, and his friend immediately approaches me.
“He’s not likely to hurt you,” he tells me as he grabs my elbow and ushers
