A few of us got dragged back inside, but before long, everyone else rushed out to the backyard, freaking out.
By the time Jethro ran back there for the fifth time, something finally clicked in his head.
“Why is it just a few of us feeling like this? How come no one else is sick?”
His eyes darkened as he stared at me for a long moment. Then he turned to Gracie.
“Watch him. Don’t let him run!”
Gracie didn’t get what was going on, but she just nodded.
The next second, I pulled out the knife hidden in my suit and pressed it against her throat.
“If you don’t want her dead, let me go!”
I snapped, my voice sharp with fury. Jethro and Melinda went pale.
The townsfolk, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, started asking what the hell was happening.
I raised my voice, yelling that I’d been kidnapped and brought here 10 years ago. The crowd fell into stunned silence.
Jethro and Melinda scrambled to cover their asses.
“He’s lying!” Melinda sobbed. “If he was really trafficked, why didn’t he say anything all these years?”
“Don’t let him fool you! He’s just throwing a tantrum because he doesn’t want to marry Gracie! We had no idea he’d be so mad like this!”