“Ouch!” I exclaimed when my arm was tugged harshly as an iron grip seized my elbow. I whirred around. “Abel Mobley?” I muttered. How could this be?
His grasp was strong and painful. I was certain he wished me harm. Though I recalled a huge, but gentle, man, Ewan had sworn Abel Mobley had hurt Judah, nearly killed him, because of family secrets, and also over what Judah and I were, what we’d meant to one another, and what we had done express it. I feared for my life once again.
But Abel should have had nothing against you. If I do not let him know that you mean to me now what Judah always had, perhaps, even if my life must end at his hands, he will set you free.I did my best to ask aloud, not easy with my current state of fear and exhaustion. “Mr. Mobley…Mr. Parish…has been…held captive by…my sister. We need…to help…him.”