Priscilla
I throw clothes on and run out after Jack. I get outside and see dozens of Nemesis River warriors in their black and grey fatigues surrounding the house. Deacon Sullivan is standing in the middle with Jasper.
“Jack Watson, I presume,” Deacon says in a deep husky voice. “You look just like your father. Which will make killing you even more satisfying.”
I stop on the porch as Jasper looks at me with a smug, satisfied smile. Sapphire is in my head, growling viciously.
“Get the f**k out of my territory,” Jack challenges Deacon.
“Jack,” I yell, and he doesn’t look at me. I run off the porch and stand beside Liz and Emily.
“You can either give up Priscilla Livingston or die,” Deacon states. “Those are your choices.”
“And I told your Beta that you can go f**k yourself. Prisci
