That was the longest night of Cam’s life. He spent the entire evening staring at the oversized moon trying to decide his next step. After hours of rehashing every word they said to one another Cam still couldn’t accept what had happened. Why would a creative person with such a kind heart want to hang around with a murderous highway gang? Eventually he came to a conclusion that he didn’t like: Stockholm syndrome. She must have been kidnapped and brainwashed by those thugs – there was no other possible explanation. He knew then what he had to do.<br/><br/>The next morning Cam was on his horse and racing west. He knew where she was – the Rouge hideout – and he needed to tell the Silver King and Queen. Knowing that much would allow them to mount a proper rescue. He wouldn’t earn the bounty by leaving her behind but he didn’t care anymore. Cam wanted her to be safe even if she hated him for it. And it seemed that she definitely would.<br/><br/>“Don’t crash into the Earth today,” Cam shouted to the enormous moon which was still visible in the morning light. “I have work to do…”