Gavin could die.
I can't lose him. He is my life, my love, my home. If he dies, I might as well die too. There had to be something that could be done to save him.
The sound of a mirthful laugh penatrated my grief. I looked up to see Naomi rejoicing in my pain.
Rage surged through me at her callousness. That b*tch! How f*cking dare she laugh at my pain.
With a roar, I surged upwards and grabbed her about the throat. I wanted to rip her throat out with my bare hands. And I would have, too, had Uncle George not shouted at me.
"Ellie, NO! We need answers."
That stopped me cold. I dropped my hands and backed away. Oh, we would get answers. Even if I had to personally torture her to get them. Naomi was shaking in fear. She damn well should be. That witch had just bought a ticket on the
