"It shouldn't be too far to at least get outside. Will you be alright on your own?" he asked her, concern written all over his face. He didn't want that man to hurt her at all, he didn't want a single hair on Anya's head harmed. If that happened, he wouldn't forgive himself.
The man looked at the phone, smirking. "Prank? Is that what this is?" he asked, and stood up, going to the room. Luckily, he didn't hear Sabriel's plan for escape, and he quickly grabbed the boy and pushed him aside roughly.
"You aren't needed for this, boy," he said. "Although, if you come here and try to save your little friend I may have to shoot you." He pulled out a gun and shot one bullet into the ceiling as a warning, then took out a knife and looked at Anya.
He re-dialed her home phone number and quickly grabbed the girl, standing behind her and placing the cold metal right against the skin of her neck. He put the phone to her ear so she could speak. "Convince your mommy that I'll kill you if she doesn't listen," he told her, forcing the knife as close as he could to her throat without drawing blood.
Sabriel's golden eyes widened and his tail puffed up slightly in anger. His eyes then narrowed as he glared at the man warningly, and he had to dig his nails into the floor to keep himself from attacking the man. If he even hurt her in the slightest way, he was going to die a horrible, painful death. No one hurt his family, not after what had happened to his parents.
