Subsequently, Keenanâs voice rang out, filled with terror, a sharp contrast to his earlier lecherous demeanor.
âWho are you?â
His gaze remained fixed on the figure beside me.
Swiveling, a familiar voice resonated above me.
âI am Debraâs husband.
â
I was stunned into silence.
Disbelievingly, I glanced upward, greeted by the sight of a familiar face.
So, the brief glimpse I caught at the banquet wasnât a mistake after all.
Extending a helping hand, Caleb flashed me a faint smile, whispering apologetically, âIâm sorry for the delay.
â
Tears welled in my eyes as I shook my head.
Holding me close, Caleb addressed Keenan with chilling resolve.
âYouâre asking for death by laying a finger on my lady.
â
Keenan appeared intimidated yet remained defiant.
âHow dare you speak to me in such a manner? Do you even realize who I am?â
Calebâs stare turned glacial.
âYour identity is irrelevant to me.
Anyone who mistreats Debra will face the consequences.
â
He pivoted to address the figure behind him, his tone devoid of emotion.
âCarlos, handle the situation.
Show no mercy to anyone.
â
It was only then that I realized Carlos was present as well.
Debraâs POV:
âOkay!â
Carlos stepped forward with a serious expression and moved towards Keenan.
Caleb didnât want me to witness what would happen next, so he blocked my view.
Glancing at Carlos, Caleb said, âIâll leave this to you.
Iâll take Debra out of here; she canât stay like this.
â
Without waiting for a response, he scooped me up and hurried away.
I wanted to speak, but my body felt feverish, and everything around me began to blur.
With my eyes half-closed, I could barely make out Caleb carrying me out.
Trying to stay awake, I asked, âCaleb, where are you taking me?â
He didnât answer and instead asked, âWhere do you live? We donât have much time, and we canât return to the Thorn Edge Pack tonight.
Iâll take you back to your place.
â