Wolfram glared at Sherri.Just leave us alone, will you? I'm not weak. "Just like we'll never talk about the fact I brought you back to your house from the park."He gave her a slightly cheeky grin, feeling the slightest bit of amusement. But he looked up, footsteps clattering in the nearby halls. Panic shot through him."Bleddyn, We don't have time for this."He turned back to her."You can just barely walk, even with us helping you."He knew very well she would fire up at his next sentence."Dont rip my head off, but just let me carry you out of here, or we are all going to die."
"Yeah, we got it." Lachlan said, checking the halls for guards. So far, they were clear. We won't be for long though.
Lachlan froze, turning to Wolfram. "So I have a dart gun, but please tell me you have a knife that they didn't take."
"I may be short, but I can help," Sherri smiled cheekily.
Bleddyn ripped her hand out of Wolfram's and hopped back on her good leg. He did bring me home. That roaring red fog of rage was rising up again, overriding any good judgment call she'd started to consider.
She wasn't even about to unlock herself to the panic that they were all ready to flee blindly from.
She was way too ticked at the moment- at all of them. "That's it. I'm staying here. Go."
