Chapter 78

Ophelia POV

I have two options here. Either find some way to alert Thaddeus discreetly or try and get us out of this one on our own.

I glance at my broken phone on the floor; that’s out of the question. The panic button for the alarm is behind the French doors in the kitchen, and this guy with an incredibly huge knife is standing in the doorway.

Jocasta is still seated in the rocking chair, unable to move. She’s shaking, head to toe. She knows not to make any sudden movements, there’s no telling what this guy could do.

Holding the knife in front of him, he points at Jocasta, “She needs to come with me.”

Jocasta lets out a tiny whimper and starts crying. She looks at me, confused as to what to do.

I hold up my hands and try to talk some sense into him, “Look man, that’s not an option. Look around you, this place is loaded. Take anything you want and just leave.”

He grins, there’s a tooth missing, “All I need is her, and I promise nobody gets hurt.”

“If she goes with you, I do to