AVERY'S POV
The ripper I barely even recognize kept his fangs close to Henry's neck threatening to tear it open if I even took a step.
"Damian help." I sent.
The man's eyes glowed cherry red, peculiar to rippers. I wondered how many lived he had taken.
"I know you want me."I acknowledged trying to at least distract him.
"Uhmmm!" The man moaned.
"Maybe." He said." But I just want a snack." He grimaced, running a finger down Henry's neckline.
"Why?" I queried.
"Because you seemed attached to him. I just want to break you before I take you to Victor."
"But you don't have the dagger," I revealed hoping to discourage him or even anger him. Thanks, man didn't even seem to care.
"I'll think again if I were you." He said, flashing one of his frightening fangs.
Then it occurred to me tha
