Kisha pressed a hand against her chest, trying to steady herself while the lingering pain continued to pound through her skull.
Duke immediately took a step back toward her, his expression tightening with worry.
"Wife, are you alright?" His eyes swept over her bloodied lips, and for a fleeting moment, the concern on his face nearly overwhelmed everything else.
But they were still in the middle of a battle.
He couldn't afford to keep his attention away from the enemy for too long. After making sure Kisha was still conscious and able to stand, he reluctantly turned back toward the swarm.
The instant his gaze settled on the pitch-black mutated cockroach, the concern in his eyes turned into something cold and murderous.
'That fucking bug had dared to hurt my wife.'
Duke's jaw clenched, and the killing intent radiating from him grew so intense that the air around him seemed to turn cold and heavy.
