Jack waited while Verity slept and was there when she woke, sitting upright and rigid in the darkness. Her movement startled him from a half sleep, the only kind of rest he’d known since the attack that rendered her unconscious. For the first time, Jack felt fear like no other and anger the like that sought satisfaction. He leaned towards the bed seeking her eyes, which were still swollen and bruised, but in the darkness Jack could not discern if she had them open or not. “I am here.”
She turned towards him, “Jack, they’re killing people.”
He lit an oil lamp and returned to his seat. “Try to rest Verity.” She was right. They were killing people. How, he did not understand or why. The idea inspired waves of stomach upset, but not just from the thought of people intentionally harming others.
He wanted to bring harm to them.