Sarah exclaimed, obviously at the end of her rope. “What do you want to do? Demand to be released like that guy who got shot?” one of the other women being held with them jeered caustically. Rayne didn’t blame Sarah for being antsy. They’d been moved around several times since they’d been separated from the men. Diana, Paula, and Tracy weren’t dealing very well with wondering if their men were all right. Rayne would’ve felt the same way if she’d been with Ghost and he’d been separated from her. Fighting amongst themselves wasn’t going to help anything. She glanced over at the three men, actually two men and one boy, who were guarding them at the moment. The guards had been switching out, but it was obvious they were a ragtag bunch who didn’t really know what was going on day to day, they were just following orders. At one point, the boy had come over to their group. He hadn’t said anything, and hoping to try to make him see them as humans and not as animals that should be shot, Rayne had broken the rule Chase had demanded she learn about blending in and never standing out, and smiled at him.
