Aakifahlynn wondered what the hell had just happened; one minute, she was frantically undressing, and the next, she was being attacked. Goddess, there were three of them. She was thankful that Demarion came when he did.

How does he always know when she is distressed? She watched him closely.

"Are you alright?" Aakifahlynn asked, snapping Demarion out of his bloodlust. She ran to him and touched his cheek gently. He had gotten a small cut, so she healed it.

While Demarion looked her over, touching the slight bruising he saw on her arms caused by that bastard that handled her. He stumped hard on the man's head; it was overkill....