Stockholm Syndrome

"Six?" Bai Long Qiang asked, his head spinning around to look at the Reaver.

"Do you really think that I am going to graciously back off after living for her for two years? That I would just hand her over and wipe my hands of everything? I knew you were slow; I didn't think that you were stupid," continued Rip, the smirk only getting darker and more unhinged as he spoke.

"Or have you forgotten that I am the only one she really feels comfortable with right now? If I walk out of this place right now, do you really think she would stay here? Or follow me?"

"And do you really think that I am going to let you take her from me?" asked a new voice. The men turned around to see Bin An Sha leaning against the entrance of the living room. His arms were folded over his chest, and his feet were crossed at his ankles. He might look like he didn't have a care in the world, but the feeling he gave off was no longer that of the doctor who spoke so gently to Wang Tian Mu.