She had been, to put it quite bluntly, bloody terrifying.

Gaius was no stranger to dangerous, powerful women. Truthfully, he found it all a bit of a turn-on, but really, there was nothing sexy about a woman staring down at the bloodstains on her hands as if she'd quite possibly lost her mind.

He didn't belong there. That much was certain. The gun in his hands was a useless weight, clumsy and ill-fitted, and he was uncharacteristically speechless.

Clearing his throat, finally, he called for her, the calm in his voice surprising even himself. "Sarah?"