Dave's gaze didn't falter as he addressed White. "As you can see," he began, his voice steady, "the beasts are not attacking me. And I'm certain you're intelligent enough to deduce why that is." He paused, allowing his words to ring in his mind before continuing, "But you, on the other hand, are vulnerable. At any moment, these creatures would get to you and turn you into their afternoon meal."
White's eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a sneer. "How dare a kid like you try to intimidate me?" he spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "Keep on talking, I will never contact Tasha."
Dave's expression hardened, his patience thinning. "Well, if you're unwilling to do as I say," he said coldly, "then perhaps you'll serve as a very delicious meal for these hungry beasts."
With a subtle command through his mind, Dave directed his two hybrids to lift White's chair. The hybrids moved swiftly with synchronized movements as they carried White, still bound to the chair, into the air.
