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Chapter 7: The Hostage Plea “So girls, let me once more officially welcome you both back into the fold.” Dean said smiling. His eyes were no longer flashing, but his voice was darker, almost… well, I am not sure how to describe the fear he put into Francis and I. Afriel just stood to the side still under his control, she looked stiff and nearly dead. Her face was growing paler by the second. Cowering down as we were, nearly huddling on top of each other, I stepped forward and stretched my arms out protecting Francis and said to Dean, “This has got to stop, let the girl go as well as us! What do you want? What have we done to make you like this?” Dean didn’t take long before he answered, “No,” he started with a smile, “I shall not let Afriel go. You see by right now I have full control.