Ivy's POV
"Hold his hand out." I yanked it through the cell bars, determination burning in my veins.
Grant stared at me in confusion. "What?"
"Hold his right hand out now." My command was met with my father's furious screams.
"What the fuck are you doing? Grant, if you fucking listen to her I will kill you," he snarled, rage contorting his features.
His aura flickered, attempting to intimidate us, but it dissipated before reaching our position. Confusion flashed across his face. "What the hell?"
"Your dad spelled this cell so he couldn't force his release," I explained quickly. "He wanted to ensure he wouldn't endanger the pack."
With a steadying breath, I pulled his hand as far as possible through the bars and nodded to Grant. He gripped my father's arm firmly. Once Grant was in position and gave me a confirming nod, I released my hold. Fighting against my father's resistance, I pried his fingers open and retrieved the knife from my back pocket.
