"I would never put Mom or Anya at risk," Misha practically snarled at the man. "Neither would my father. I'm talking to you now so that you know there's still a threat to them.
He ran a hand through his rumpled, sweaty hair. It seemed like eons since he'd last eaten, slept, or showered. And his target was not the man in front of him so he had to pull back and think.
"Right now, there's no one I want anywhere near them," he admitted. "David isn't ready for that kind of hate and Rose..." He paused. "Rose can be vicious and decisive. But I need to find them first. By then, I'll know who."
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