Emma's POVA lump formed in my throat, and before I could stop myself, I rushed forward. "Please... don’t hurt them." I cried, my voice shaking as I reached for Draven's phone. He held it firmly, keeping it out of my grasp, but his expression faltered, just for a second. I saw the conflict in his eyes—his desire to stay calm for me, to protect me from this nightmare, but also the terrifying certainty that this wasn’t a bluff. "Give it to me.” I pleaded, my hands trembling as I reached for the phone again. "Please… let me talk to them. Please…"Draven turned to me, his gaze softening just for a moment, "Emma," he said, his voice a quiet command, “Let me take care of this, okay?” He wasn’t angry, nor was he trying to silence me. But there was something in his eyes that told me he needed to keep control. He needed to remain steady, to be the pillar I had always seen him as. My hands dropped to my sides, my fingers clenched into fists as I tried to swallow my rising panic. I nodded,
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