In Zhalia's mind, Cameo's head exploded. She tore her limbs, enjoying her bloodthirsty screams of agony. She clawed her stomach out, yanked her guts and nailed Cameo on the wall by her wretched black hair and bleeding guts.

"Zhalia, your hair is on fire," spoke Cameo, snapping Zhalia back to reality.

Zhalia's pupils slowly dilated. "It tends to do that," she hissed, slowly tearing the arms of the love chair with her growing nails.

Cameo glanced at the torn material. "You're a dangerous loose canon that is better off being far away from here," she declared, adjusting her grip on her weapon.

"Don't you mean better off being away from Torin," Zhalia raged, clenching the arm rest as not to leap at her. "Acting like a jealous girlfriend. But you're only a whore that occasionally shares his bed, but wait...you can't even share a bed together." Zhalia's hair flumed with a new set of red flames. "I suggest you keep your threats to yourself otherwise I will show you how much of a dangerous loose canon I can be."

Gripping her blade, Cameo drew out a second one and boasted, "At least, I have spend those special moments watching him orgasm for me and not you."

Jealous clawed her chest as raged filled her craze eyes. Screw it, thought Zhalia, I'm going to kill her. Zhalia leaped and extend her claws towards Cameo, who quickly stood ready. Suddenly, strong arms pinned her arms at her side only inches away from Cameo, whose silver eyes widened at the figure holding Zhalia.

"Enough master," whispered Ahab, tightening his hold. "Killing the pretty warrior will only make things worst for you." He lifted her away from Cameo. "If I may asked master. Could you possible calm down? Your hair is tickling my neck and chest." Zhalia immediately closed her eyes and settled her fuming hair.

Zhalia sagged into Ahab embrace and apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean to burn you." She twisted to see him. Ahab was wearing his second skin, which he uses to blend in with the morals. He towered over her 5.7feet at his 6.5 ft stacked with broad muscles. Smoothest honey-cream skin glimmered under the room light, forest green with tint of gold sparkled in amusement. Zhalia winced at his blacken scorched neck and chest then quickly frowned. "Wait a minute. Did you just call her pretty?" Zhalia pinched his injury.

Ahab's face jerked in pain. "I was wondering when you were going to realize it." His scorched skin shimmered as it began to heal. "I was testing how furious you were that you didn't hear me compliment the person you were trying to kill." He rubbed his rugged chin. "My results were that you were close to turning your hair with black flames, if I had not stop you." He glared at Cameo. "That would have been bad for everyone, so it would be best not to insult my master." Cameo's molten silver eyes caressed his face and broad chest, and quickly turned away, but not before he noticing her blush. Ahab grinned then turned, bending to pick up his black cloak from the ground, and quickly wrapped it around his corded neck, covering his naked chest.

Zhalia scratched her head. "So why the perfecting time?" Her grey eyes widened. "Were you spying on me again?"

Ahab's wore a bored expression. "I told you that I stopped doing that when you threaten to remove my very big,"-he winked Cameo- "precious equipment with a butter knife." His grin widened when the pink shade on Cameo face turn redder. Without removing his darken green eyes from Cameo, he replied, "I'm here to pick you up,"-his expression became serious- "the problem has turn for the worst."

Zhalia swore, "Cameo, let Lucien know I will be gone for a few days resolving some personal matter." She glared at her. "I will let Maddox and Ashlyn know personally." She wrapped her arm through Ahab's own. "I guess you get your wish...for now." They both disappeared leaving Cameo alone in the room.

It has been the worst month of his life. Torin paced in his room, worry and anger clawed his insides. Sleep gored his dull emerald eyes, as a new headache began to invade him. He didn't remember the last time he slept or ate, but he didn't care. It has been a whole torturous month without knowing where Zhalia had left to. She talked to Ashlyn and Maddox about promising to check in on her progress and left a number to be contacted at. But he had only saw her once about two weeks ago for only a few minutes. He closed his eyes and remember her.

She flashed into his room wearing one of her sexy skin-tight jumpsuit s that hugs her delicious curves. She surprised the hell out of him when she gripped the base of his neck and yanked him towards her, branded his soul with her scorching kiss. She devoured his mouth, opening his mouth to invade his mouth. He groan at her sweet intoxicating taste, as sparks shot straight to his groin. Over and over again she rolled her tongue against his, teasing and guiding his own mouth. He grasped her rump, pulling her closer to his burning body, and grind his erection against her core. She release a deep moan as she moved against him, digging her nails into his scalp.

Then suddenly, she pushed away from him, panting. Her eyes filled with heat and passion, her nipples perking beneath her suit, begging to be licked, and sucked on. "God, you taste so good," she gasped, licking her red lips. "I wish I had more time to enjoy tasting you." She gave him a small smile and whispered, "Good-bye Torin," and disappeared, leaving him standing with a deep savage need.

Torin snapped back into the present, adjusting his painful erection. Damn, he thought angrily, simply remembering her kiss left him with another hard-on. Her farewell was like a punch to his gut. He had a bad feeling about her sudden farewell, and it ate at him for not knowing. After that mind blowing kiss, she had not return to the fortress, not even to check on Ashlyn. That wretched Ahab has been checking Ashlyn's progress and refusing to say where she was.

Want Zhalia, whined his Demon, need Freedom. Torin tighten his eyes close at the constant complaining of his demon. Ever since she left the fortress, his demon has been crying out for her. For once in his life he agreed with his demon and wanted her to come back to him, but he didn't understand why his demon begged to have her. Torin thought he feared her because while she was in the fortress his presence seems to disappear completely as if he went to a different place. Must spread, he fussed, Pan-de-mon-ium. Torin frowned, trying to make sense of what he said, but decided to ignore the babbling.

Torin sank into his unmade bed, resting his arm across his tired eyes. He had been searching for any unusual reports on the humans news, hoping it will help track her down. The only suspicion reports have been explosions of facilties, which have turned out to be hunter's headquarters. "Would you have a reason to kill those hunters?" he wondered. "The more and more I try to find her the more I realize that I don't know anything about you." He rose and threaded back to his chair by his equipment. He cracked his fingers, finished off his large coffee cup and continued taping on his keyboard.

Suddenly, somebody slammed his door open, shaking the walls. He snapped his head and saw a panting Danika, gripping the door handle. Her eyes round as orbs and filled with fear, a lock of her sunny hair stuck on her lips. "Torin," she gasped, leading against the wall for support. "It's Zhalia,"-his heart clenched painfully- "She's badly hurt."

Torin jerked to his feet, fear choking his lungs as his heart sledgehammered against his chest. He opened his quivering lips to ask where she was, but Maddox barged through his door, holding a mangled female in his arms. His heart stopped as his demon wailed at the sight before completely disappearing. Maddox gently laid her on his bed, and turned to receive fresh towels from a shaky Ashlyn. He shook of rage, a rage that blazed at the pit of his stomach and was rapidly consuming him along with the excruciating agony piercing his pulsing heart. He will KILL the person who dared to touch her. His feet dragged as he made his way towards her, but Lucien yelled, "Wait!" from the doorway. Torin blazing eyes shot daggers at him, but he stopped. "Is it safe to approach her without creating a plague."

Torin snarled, "Yes!" and proceeded towards her soft whimpering sounds that sliced his soul. He glazed at Maddox, who finished tieing and wrapping the fresh towels that were now stain in red.

Maddox step around Ashlyn and blocked his view, gripping his shoulder, he murmured, "She'll survive, but prepare yourself, Torin. It looks bad." Taking a shaky breath, Torin stepped around him and glanced at his bed. Nothing in his life had prepared him for what he saw. He clenched his fists, nails digging into his gloves. PUNISH! He will punish the person responsible even if he had to destroy everything in his path.