That prick, graciously offerin’ to let me rape her? Motherfecking piece of- I wish I could have taken a lot more time with him. He’d be begging for death long before I allowed it.
Now she’s in the wind. No money, no ID or phone.
“God-damnit!”I shout at the sky.
Logan comes bolting up to me from one direction, and Ewan from the other. “Ya dinna see her?” Logan wheezes, hands on his hips.
“Feck! Fecking hell, no!” I rub the back of my neck. “I’m an arsehole. She’s terrified of me now, you stupid son of a bitch! Why did ya have to run your mouth like that?”
Logan looks puzzled. “I dinna think it mattered. She was all soft with you, hangin’ on to you on the ATV. I thought she knew that you were protectin’ her.”
“I was!” I shout, “But she dinna know I was the Demon. She probably thought I was gonna take her home and- and eat her or something.”
Ewan picks the wrong time to give a dirty chuckle. “Eat her? Aye, I can- OW! Fecker!” He cradles his jaw, glaring at me.
“Ya shut your mouth when ya talk about her,” I jab my finger at him, wishing I’d punched him harder.
They both stare at me, puzzled. “Shut my mouth when I talk about her?” Ewan mumbles.
“Hush it,” Logan says, “ya dinna want to rile him up.”
“He looks all riled up already,” Ewan says.
Jesus Christ, with eejits like these, no wonder she got away.
Da shows up, mouth tight and concerned. “I was hoping I’d be seeing your girl with you, son.”
“She’s got nothing,” I groan, yanking at my hair. “Even if Master’s new crew doesn’t find her, she could get taken by any piece of shite.”
“I’ll call in our best trackers,” he says reassuringly, “we’ll find her quickly. We know the city and she doesn’t.”
Somehow, that just makes me feel worse.
“This is shite,” I snap, trying to move away from Dr. MacTavish before she’s put in the final stitch in my leg. “I’ve got things to do-”
“No,” Da says, arms folded as he watches the doc, “you’re right where you need to be. You’re no good to that girl if your leg gets infected.”
“I dinna know how she ran,” I groan, “her ribs…” Anxiety surges up in me like a tidal wave and I dinna know what to do with it. It’s been a long time since I’ve had to fight down panic, a long time since I dinna know exactly what to do. “They’re bad, her skin’s so bruised and swollen. She might have popped a lung when I dragged her down the side of that mountain.”
“She dinna pop a lung,” Doc says wisely, “or she wouldn’t be running at all, though it must have hurt like hell with those ribs.”
“Thanks, Doc.” That in no way makes me feel better.
“You’re welcome,” she says pleasantly, patting me on the shoulder.
Feck. Sloan’s shoulder. Dinna it need a sling or something?
“FECK!”
“Son, take a breath.” Da’s concerned gaze meets mine. “We’ll find her. Though I’m mighty impressed with her determination. A strong lass there.”
“Aye,” I sigh, “she is. Brave as can be. She dinna even scream when I crash-landed the jet.”
His expression grows hard. “It sounds like we have a lot to talk about. Let’s go find out if your cousins got any information.”
“The feckers didn’t have any ID, that alone tells us they’re professionals,” Michael grouses, “we dinna see the helicopter ya mentioned, I think they must have drop-lined from the chopper.”
“What about tattoos? Anything we can trace from the guns?” I’m pacing back and forth, my cousins watching me warily.
