Chapter 47

In the blink of an eye, we were in between the man and the girl. The girl was up against the tree, the entire front of her clothes shredded from the lashes of the whip. The entire front of her was bloody. She had two straps holding her to the tree: one around her legs and one just under her armpits. By now, she was unconscious. I just pray to the goddess she’s still alive. Before the man could lash her again, Taylor cast a protection spell on the girl and my dad charged the man with a loud, rumbling roar. Elliot took the whip away from him while Evan, Taylor and I took care of the girl.

Dad had the man on the ground and was holding him by the throat, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing to this girl?” The man tried to talk, but dad chuckled, “Oops.” Dad moved his hand a little and chuckled, “Now, try again.” The first words out of the man’s mouth were, “Where did you come from?” Elliot growled, “That doesn’t matter. Who are you and why were you doing this to that poor gi