73. (DANE POV) 

(DANE POV)

Jo and Percy were bawling, tears streaming down their faces.

Deirk was totally still on his knees beside them. Thankfully, they naturally put Jo between them.

Mag flipped me onto my stomach and ripped my clothes off in a split second.

The bites started almost immediately. Thankfully, he usually did it so fast that Jo or Percy probably couldn't see it happening. It was another one of those twisted pleasures he relished, bending time to inflict as much pain on me as possible.

I cried out, and Percy surged forward. I watched as Jo grabbed his arm, stopping him.

Mag stood in front of them, slowly unbuckling his pants. "Look at you, so pathetic. You think you can protect them, Dane? They're just as weak as you are."

I hated him so damn much.

He was torturing my family right in front of me.

I didn't care what he did to me, but seeing the look on their faces killed me.

Knowing the conflicting emotions that would come from this for Jo tore me apart. Deirk would neve