“Colla, you don’t know what you’re doing!” Kris growled, as he beat his way through the wall, making short work of the two by fours framing the wall. “He took her!”
Shards of her form continued to rise, thicken and warn Kris not to go further.
“You said you were her protector! You said, you couldn’t find her,” Colla seethed. “That you needed my help!”
Kris pursed his lips together, trying to keep his cool around his friend’s daughter, who was now pushing for a fight.
Colla’s form doubled, crystallizing the common room Kris vaguely remembered as the essence of a memory flushed through him. The feel of his girl was now gone, but the weight of her kidnapping is all too real.
Mate…
“I don’t want to hurt you, Colla,” Kris warned.
“Now? You don’t want to now?” Colla snapped. “But you’re
