Chapter Fifteen

When John Jackson walks away. He does not go far.

He finds his way. To the table of the three. Lukas, Amber and Miles. Yet with no shame. He sits with them.

And Miles is angry. For he knows. What the worst of them all wants.

With an evil eye. The perfect of them all stares. But John Jackson says. "I am not here for war. I'm here for the girl." And he has his hand on hers. The darkest of them all.

"She has someone." Miles Willson says. Grabbing her other hand. But her eyes. Still on the worst of them all.

"Come with me!" he says. The worst of then all. He holds tight. Onto her hand. And pulls.

She cannot say no. She cannot. That voice! That intensity. In his stare. In his voice!

She has to go with him. And she does.

Behind she leaves her loved one. And his heart falls apart. He cannot believe. That he has seen. What he has seen. He is puzzled.

The pain sinks deep within.