"Why did you let him just leave with her?" Jane turned on Vlad, yanking her arm in an attempt to pull away from him. She was so upset over the near death of her baby sister she could barely control her anger. Nausea threatened to well up once again and she shoved it ruthlessly aside.
Vlad, who had been tracking the truck out of the yard, turned cold eyes toward his wife, pinning her with all of the pent-up fury he'd been storing up over a long evening of dogging her footsteps through the city. "You will stop speaking, Jane," he said in a coldly furious voice, "And calm yourself."
"f**k you," she spat, furiously, unheeding of his warning. "You let him take my sister, knowing we can do a better job of protecting her! Go and get her back!"
Vlad reacted swiftly, gripping her face in his ot
