Jericho paced wildly around the office. He ran his hands through his hair for the hundredth time, standing the silky locks on end until he looked like a true mad man. And he was very, very close to going mad. "I can't believe I just sat there and let her go. I should have done something. I should have killed that son-of-a-b***h. I'm a god-damned trained assassin... and I just let that puffed up greenhorn walk off with my mate!"
Silvia rubbed at her bandaged wrists. The silver cords that Duprey had tied them with had left them all with raw, red burns, but she counted her self lucky that a few burns was all they had suffered. "You can't blame yourself, Rico. Eudora did the best she could to get us all out of there alive."
"We all screwed up." Jasmin sank into a leather chair, looki
