#Chapter 195: We need to get out

Third person The heavy, furious pounding that suddenly sounded on her hotel room door could not mean anything good. Scarlet hurried over and flung it open. Donovan stood there in the doorway, wide-eyed; he was angrier than she had ever seen him. He was holding her son Lucas in one hand, clutching him by his loose shirt collar and holding him just high enough off the ground that his feet could not touch it. “Lemme go—” Lucas was in the middle of muttering. His voice croaked, sounding half-strangled. “What on earth—” Scarlet’s query was interrupted when Donovan abruptly threw Lucas over the threshold, launching him across the bedroom. The young man landed in a heap with a heavy thud and a pained outcry. A restrained growl vibrated from the vampire’s throat. Scarlet was stunned frozen. Donovan leaned his neck to one side. It made a popping sound as he cracked his spine into alignment. Then he balled his big hands into fists and cracked his knuckles, too. He strode in