(Zyair)
As planned, Kail and I decided to sneak into Ranold's house. But someone had already beat us to it.
My heart almost stopped when I found Karsten carrying Arata out wrapped in a blanket.
Every fatherly instinct in my body screamed to just snatch her away from him and never let any of these men ever see her again.
Karsten had acted exactly as he had said on the phone or maybe he just did that to shift the blame from himself.
At that moment, I didn't care. All I needed to do was take my daughter away from him and get her the medical attention she needed.
Karsten was surrounded by armed men, but I wasn't afraid; I had dealt with his kind before, and I would die protecting my children from the likes of him.
I snatched her from his arms and warned him to stay away as we rushed to the car.
Getting inside, Kail drove like a madman while my eyes focused on Arata. Her face was hardly recognisable because of the bruises.
