He saw dread turning into pure terror as her gaze moved around her. It made him leave everything and closed his arms around her. He did not want to spoil his plan. He held himself back. A muscle tickled in his jaw staring at the rope around her wrists. His cold and hard gaze turned fright when she passed out. Ivan curled his arms around her. He could not shake off his feelings. He took long strides toward her. His gaze was dark and dangerous. "Not so easy, son." Stefano came gasping Svetlana's hand. His gun pressed against his wife's head. He glowered at him. His gaze was trained on them. His breathing was calmed but his beast was ready to claw. "Ethan!" Svetlana cried as she wiggled her arm to get free from his hold. Her face was contorted in fear. His mostly attention was averted to his wife. She was very sensitive to pain. His knuckles turned white around his gun as he fought his anger, "Stefano!" He hissed, tilting his face as his blazing