Brady could picture the politician glowering at the three men he towered over.
Immediately he released her and she turned away from his glowering face.
She continued to avoid his gaze and hugged Ashley tighter, afraid to face the glowering creature.
Katie fought back a smile at the irritated look on Rhyn's face. He was in raw form: bloodied, drenched with underworld rain, disheveled, in need of a good shave. His thick frame was still on edge, as if he expected one of the Sanctuary's nuns to turn into a demon and fly at them. He looked every bit the muscular, powerful, glowering half-demon the nuns wanted to throw out of the Sanctuary.