"Argh, Bleddyn!"Wolfram snapped, shifting her, carrying her bridal style instead. Maybe she would stop clawing at him."I'm 6 foot, why does it matter? And don't call me dog-boy, my name is Wolfram!" He hissed, looking at her with narrowed eyes. Footsteps echoed in the nearby hall, his heart lurching in panic. I'm going to die, I'm going to die, Bleddyn's going to die, and so is Lachlan. We are all going to die. He shut his eyes tightly. Are you proud of me, mom? Did I do anything right? No....because we are all going to get killed. I have to get her out of here, she doesn't deserve this.... "I'm sorry..." The whimper escaped his lips, against his will.