Jace stumbled to his feet and headed for the door before the guard could change his mind. The last, lingering look he shot Kyra spoke volumes. The love in his eyes.
The door shut again. Marley helped Kyra sit back against the wall, crossing her legs beneath her, hands working quickly and efficiently to cleanse the wounds with antiseptic. Kyra winced and balled her fists, but didn't vocalize her pain. Her eyes flickered over Marley's shoulder, voice lowering, "That guy looks like he walked out of Fast and Furious. He must be on steroids."
"Jace asked the same thing," Marley laughed as she worked, "But no, he's not on steroids."