They didn't talk, Jean and Mark Blakely, only lie cuddled together in the silent darkness of the night. In passing minutes, Mark knew that she had fallen into an exhausted sleep and he nestled her closer to him. Tomorrow, perhaps, they would talk about it… maybe, they would never speak of it!
Mark had seen him go, leaping easily back through the open window without so much as a backward glance, but Jean hadn't wanted to look… as if she couldn't face the thought of his leaving. In moments, they had heard his howling cry pierce the night, and then Jean had smiled and moved tightly into his arms.
Christ, whatever… that fierce brute-animal had brought them closer together actually shown them the way! But even so… it was his duty! He had to destroy the killer animal and his pack! He had no choice but to try to eliminate any enemy of society… and the ferocious, raping Caesar was that…!
It was a long time before Mark Blakely slept that night.