“Did the guy hurt her? Is she okay?” He’s already storming towards the door. I’m suddenly very thankful we’re locked in this room. Farrow sprints in front and blocks him, a hand to his chest. “Wolf scout, let’s hear Jane out before we go on a fictional manhunt.” He glares. “If someone hurt my little sister, it’s not going to be a fucking fictional manhunt. I’m going to kill him with a switchblade laced in arsenic.”
