"Let her go, you bastard," a voice shouted from the back. Jack let go of Mia and turned to face the person who had entered the house. Sheila frowned. She had forgotten to lock the door after Jack came in. All she had in mind was how to get Jack out of the apartment as soon as she could.
Mia held her wrist, which was red, and rubbed her hand on it. Declan's gaze shifted to her wrist, causing him to fold his hand into a fist. He tried to take a deep breath.
He hadn't slept all night, and thoughts of where Mia could have gone filled his mind. So, he had gone out early to ask Sheila if she had heard anything from Mia, only to be confronted with such a scene.