Scarlett struck at the most vicious moment, right when Andrew's hands were bound. Her hatred for him had not faded one bit, and no warning from Henry could override her blood-deep need to kill him.

To her, this bastard had become a real threat that had to be eliminated.

However, just as her claws came down, Eric shouted and moved like lightning, stepping in front of Andrew. Then, a strange ripple of patterns appeared in his eyes, hypnotic and dangerous.

Scarlett's hand froze mid-air, suspended just inches from Andrew's skull. For a brief second, her gaze turned vacant, though she snapped back quickly. Nonetheless, it was too late.

Eric had already drawn a dagger and pressed it to her neck. He hissed, "Scarlett, you'd better get it straight. Andrew belongs to someone else now. You're not the one calling the shots this time, and frankly, you don't qualify."

He added, "Mr. Fischer is the one running this operation. If you try anything again, I won't hesitate to take you out fir