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"What do you mean?! We can't just let her go!" Lorcan's blue eyes blazed with fury. "We have to go after her! Who knows what they'll do to her?!" He glared at the Captain, completely ignoring Darcy who busied herself with bandaging his wounds.
"Calm yourself, Lieutenant Furey," The Captain said, calm as usual despite the circumstances. "We will go after them but we must take the time to recuperate otherwise we set ourselves up for another loss." When he saw Lorcan still glaring at him, he added, "You're of no use to anyone in the condition you are."
Lorcan shrugged Darcy off and got to his feet. "We can't just sit here waiting for our wounds to heal! We have to do something now! Who knows what they're doing to her while we speak?!" He went to take a step towards the door, but his injured leg gave out and he tumbled to the floor. He landed with a grunt but didn't get up again. The Captain was right. He couldn't defend anyone in the state he was, not even himself let alone Grace.
Closing his eyes, Lorcan could see her perfectly. She was being dragged away from him by Johnny. He wanted nothing more than to tear him limb from limb but he knew he couldn't. They were long gone. I'm sorry Grace. I'm so sorry.
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Lorcan gazed down at Grace's blood-drained corpse, holding it tightly in his arms. This couldn't be happening. No, there must be some mistake. But there wasn't one, it was definitely Grace. He felt tears streaming down his face and did nothing to try and stop them, not even bothering to wipe them away.
He looked up from her body when cruel laughing rang in his ears. He saw Sidorio, Johnny and, presumably, this Jez character he had heard about. They were laughing, at him, at Grace, at his grief.
"Way to go Fuery," Johnny said, his face holding an evil grin. "The only reason she's dead is 'cause you didn't get to her fast enough."
"How pathetic," Jez commented, looking down at Lorcan in disgust.
"I feel bad for him," Sidorio told them. "Him, all alone in the world once again. …I say we should reunite them."
Then, the three lunged.
Lorcan's eyes snapped open and he jolted upright. He looked around and relaxed when he realized he was in Grace's cabin. He looked down to see that, where Grace's body had lain in his arms, was her pillow. He reached a hand up when he felt something wet making its way down his skin and wasn't surprised that his crying had come out in the waking world as well. He wiped the tears away and let go of the pillow.
He got to his feet, instantly regretting it as pain shot through him. He fell back onto the bed, breathing through the pain. He glanced over at the window to see faint light making its way through the cracks in the curtain. It was probably dusk. Sighing, he laid back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't help wondering. Where was she? Was she ok? He wouldn't even wonder if she was safe. Of course she wasn't. She was in the clutches of a renegade crew of vampirates. He knew that Grace and Johnny had been friends back at Sanctuary. He could only hope that Johnny would remember that and keep her alive at least, though he didn't put much faith in the cowboy.