Cain was going to rip him a new one, Nathan thought as he paced the length of their living room. He clenched his hands and cursed under his breath. That had definitely gone six ways to Sunday f****d up wrong.
The room still stunk of smoke and they were yet to replace all the damaged furniture, but his mind was not bothered with all that. He thought back at his encounter with Dalinda and groaned mentally. His body was healed but he could still remember every blow she had given him. He had had his ass handed to him in a matter of seconds.
It had been an idiotic idea to attempt such foolishness and Cain was not going to be pleased. He threw the liquor in his glass to the back of his throat and marched to the minibar that had miraculously escaped the fire damage despite all the flammab
