the room, knocking Silas i

They moved with a terrifying efficiency th

se his weapon. Thwip-crack. A taser probe hit him i

A rifle butt smashed into his face, shattering his n

d out like a dagger. Her eyes were wide, unseeing. She w

n wal

hug. He was still wearing his immaculate suit, bu

blood on the floor. He saw the

es wen

. He crouched down, ignor

," he

ed at the air, a feral sound escaping

out and wrapped his hand around

me," h

ood-bright red-welled up between h

or shocked her back to the presen

?" she

and wrapped it around her, covering her torn

ssly, holding her

rd the door. "Dorian! Mr. Mccl

e looked down at

e him disappear. I want him on a cargo ship to Antarctica

d, sir," P

his shirt. The smell of cedar and blood filled he

tairs, past the gawking neigh

seat. He sat in the bac

ed when she tried to s

ulled awa

d kit from the console.

l sting,"

n her neck. Ines hi

and blew gently on the wound.

hes from hers. He was focused, intense,

he asked quietly. "Why d

xplain that her voice wasn't a c

hter against him, his wounded ha

d," he sai