Once Davian's wound was patched up, he and Ian were all set to make their way to the eastern border. Davian was really shaken up by the rogue attack; he just couldn't get the thought of Roseanne being caught in it out of his head.
The image of Roseanne beneath the rogue flashed vividly in his mind, a memory he'd tried to shake since the moment he had seen it. The sight of her, pinned down and struggling, had struck him with a terror he rarely experienced. He could still feel the thud in his chest from that moment—how his heart seemed to drop, his instincts roaring to protect her with everything he had.
