Jeorge Milton's face darkened as he refused to say anything else.

Jeorge Milton kept his present pose after David Irving had departed, repeating it again and over for more than an hour.

He knew she'd be wrapped in Goden Bran's arms right now without even having to think about it.

It sent shivers down his spine just thinking about it.

He dropped his hand in irritation and set the phone aside, staring at the number on the screen.

If he attempted to move even a little, his damaged leg would be pulled in and he'd be in so much agony that he'd break out in cold sweat.

His leg would...