If Caspian thought he could get rough with the ME, he’d certainly lose his job.
‘He’s on the move and heading to you. Warn Chris that Caspian is about to show up, and he’s not in a good place. It might get…handsy.’
Then, he did what he could and made chase.
Raphael hoped he didn’t have to beat the hell out of Caspian, but for his family, and his husband…
He might not have a choice.
Meanwhile…
Caspian was a man on a mission.
Heading down to the morgue, he made it there in less than three minutes. At the door, he began banging with his fists on the tempered glass, demanding access to the morgue.
It was locked down tighter than a virgin on her wedding night, and with good reason. No one wanted Caspian seeing what was done to Rayna.
Saint had told him that Chris worked tirelessly to put her back together again, but he wasn’t a miracle worker.
He was an ME.
All the plastic surgeons, and all the makeup artists in the world couldn’t hide what had been done to her. Not in the few hours that had passed.
“Jesus,” Raphael said. “Cas, calm down. You’re just trying to get your ass fired,” he said, as other Feds hauled ass away from the rogue Archangel.
Oh, he heard his friend, but Caspian couldn’t not do this.
What he needed was to see his woman.
He’d get her payback, and then, he’d make sure that he never forgot about the woman he loved. He would carry her with him in his heart forever.
At that moment, Caspian swore he’d never love again, and he’d never let anyone in again because they would likely die too.
Love never ended well.
This was the case in point.
He’d believed he’d be able to have a life, and it all came crashing down around him. Well, he’d never make that mistake again.
He began kicking the door, and Raphael was just about to put the man into a submission hold and knock his ass out when the door opened, unlocked from inside.
Immediately, Caspian rushed in. There, he came face-to-face with Chris.
At first, he didn’t speak. Cas was trying so hard not to hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. Only, that control was hard found right now.
Chris stood there and blocked the man from running roughshod in his morgue. Not far away, Chrissy, Tony, and Jaxon were watching with worry.
And ready to text Elizabeth at the first shove.
They knew a man on the edge when they saw one. Chris would be no match for the man, even with SaintRIGHT THERE.
“I’m sorry for your loss, Caspian. Please know that my heart hurts for you,” he said with that calming, soothing voice he used whenever someone was about to see their deceased loved one or when he was doing a notify.
Caspian didn’t like this.
That sounded like a man who had seen some shit, and he hated what he suspected.
Rayna most likely had been tortured.
