She moved like a cornered animal before Laurent could speak, striking hard and vicious. It was expected, and short of her producing any weapons he did not understand, Laurent was not concerned. He had seen Damen best far larger warriors, seen him kill his own brother, the greatest fighter Laurent had ever known. Yet her hits landed, and when blood burst red and bright across Damen's face, Laurent looked to the window.

The situation was not in hand, but with John's help it would be.