<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=114247.msg5057763#msg5057763">Quote from: Imogen on 12-08-2011, 21:22:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Piledriver Lane</strong><br/><br/>"I don't know," she answered, stepping around Vince. "I just felt that whatever went on there should be stopped. Perhaps we are stronger than you think." Her voice was pensive as she added another thought. "Or maybe you wanted someone to interfere." A frown creased her smooth brow as she pursued that train of thought. "What did you want those people to understand, Greg?" And why are you talking to me now? Lorraine bit her lip, forcing the question down. He would show her the answer through his own questions, leaving when he had enough. Should she ask him where was now? And if he told her, what would she do with that information? Or Vince? <br/><br/>"I found more than I went looking for." A slight smile quirked, despite the wrongness of it all, towards Vince. Someone to trust. Whatever else this night brought she would be grateful for meeting him. Her gaze turned back to the darkness where the shadows shaped an effigy of the stranger that had held Brandon and one other under his thrall. She wished she knew the answer to his question. As he put it, he made her sound not quite human and she didn't like that thought, at all.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Vince was ignored and then passed by. He was not going to let her be defenseless. There were steps that he took in front and off to the side of her. Should the bastard get closer, Vince was going to attack him with the glass. Nothing was going to change that. He was going to take this thing down for her, to keep her safe.