Ragnor
"Stay with me, Candace," I muttered under my breath as I carried her back into the packhouse. She still felt far too light in my arms and her face was pale and a sheen of sweat clung to her skin.
Ahead of me Reign strode down the corridor with his boots striking the floor in sharp angry beats.
He will pay, Terror snarled. He laid his hands on her. He climbed on top of her. He took those pictures.
My jaw tightened. The motherfucker had the temerity to lay his hands on mine??? He almost made me lose her. Again. Hot fury coursed through my veins pumping fast inside me.
I had left enough of Evan Sanders' blood on the barracks floor to make my point and yet it wasn't enough and it would never be enough.
A ruthless part of me still wanted to drag him back out there and keep hitting him until he told me exactly who had sent him.
"I can walk." Candace whispered, her voice came out thin and hoarse.
