And the southern region will be right in the center of it. The idiot just had to go and get himself killed here, didn't he? --From the notes of Dupree Jackson Fuck. He'd handled that badly. Come to think of it lately that was the way he handled everything with Kara. He'd meant to make sure she was okay and ask if Contee had contacted her, then apologize for yelling at her after Winter's bonding ceremony. He had to reason with her, convince her merging was the wrong thing to do. But she tied him into knots so tight he couldn't think straight, couldn't explain. His demon side rose aggressively and he stood, fighting the urge to go after her and bury himself to the hilt inside her. To show her finally once and for all exactly what he felt for her, what he wanted from her. What he'd demand from her if she gave him half a chance. The long day took its toll, though. He swayed and sat down hard, weakness in his extremities forcibly reminding him that he was a long way from healed yet. It was frustrating as hell to have his mind racing way ahead of what his body was currently capable of.
