Forty

“I let him live, you don’t leave this property,” he said through gritted teeth. I quickly nodded looking toward Arthur. He visibly relaxed when Dorian let go of him, shoving him towards the car.

“How do I know you won’t kill him when you take him back?” I asked, scared that if Dorian took him home, he would snap on the way and murder my friend.

“I will take him home; you stay here with Dorian.” I