The veins on his face popped. Edgar was in a mood and it was a surprise he hadn't singed the whole hospital yet. The attendant who had been chasing after Eric shrunk back into the wall, the hospital director, a man in his mid-fifty, was trying to placate him but there was nothing he could do. The air was charged with Edgar's anger. Even Eric, as huge as he was trembled with fear. The other men who had been guarding Sarah shared frightened looks. Everyone knew the potency of their Protector's anger. If there was one thing the Drakai knew, Edgar Dragenar protected his daughter fiercely. To have her taken from right under their noses was a great travesty.