The drug he'd been given was still affecting his body so he couldn't pace like he wanted to. He'd been forced to lie helplessly watching as those bastards took his Desired away from him. Fuck, she'd put up a good fight. Better than any female he'd ever seen, and before the plague, there had been a handful of females who had trained as warriors. His Becky would have beaten them all hands down. Even tied up his little hellcat had gotten in some wicked hits to Huro. Until she'd been smoked into submission. With a growl he tilted his head until his neck cracked. "Calm yourself, little brother. The maps will be here soon, and we can formulate a plan. We will get her back." Looking into his older brother's eyes he saw determination and fury. He nodded. "I know. It's just … I hate being helpless, being forced to watch her fight unable to help…" "From what I could hear, she got a number of hits in on Huro." Savren grinned. "She's a hell of a fighter, Drake. She showed no fear, and I bet she cracked at least one of his ribs." Drake smiled.
