"Obstructing an officer is a serious national offense," the sergeant snapped. "Now, I'm being lenient you should get lost,"
Terry's expression darkened at the stubborn officer. If not for Damien's strict order to avoid violence, he would have liked to see how the officer planned to pass through them.
His gaze shifted briefly toward the blonde woman inside the van.
No.
The blood donor wouldn't escape them—not after the exhausting journey they had taken through rough routes and hidden paths just to reach this place.
The sergeant's brows knitted tightly. "Boys! If force is what it takes to get through, do it!"
The officers hurried back to the van and returned holding police batons that gleamed ominously in the dim light.
The woman praying—Ruby—slowly stopped when she sensed the tension escalating.
Her eyes opened.
A dangerous calm flickered within them as she watched the officers advancing. She rose gracefully to her feet and spoke, forcing her stern voice into a gentler tone.
