Quentin slowly walked down the hallway, his eyes darting to every potential hiding spot for whoever was in the house. He cupped the butt of the .45, his trigger finger laid along the side of the barrel as he tried to suppress the blood lust that he was

feeling knowing that Nyrissa was in danger.

He had been working with Liam and Griffin to learn to control his rage and handle a gun should it be necessary. And right now, it felt really f*cking necessary. He wouldn't take any ...