Charlie’s blue eyes went feral at the sight of his father, and Linc and Wyatt could only watch in horror as she marched toward the older man and poked her claw-like nail into his navy blazer. “This is all your fault. Are you just so desperate to control him that you’ll let this savage kill him? Look at him! Look at his throat. You just won’t be happy until he’s dead, will you? Do better! Be better!”
