Aidrian was trembling faintly as he scooped her up and headed for the medical wing. Adrenaline still rushed through his veins, combining with his own fury and the distress from Brynn that twisted his stomach into knots. She was easy to carry at least, lighter than he was and having some of the stallion's strength in human form helped greatly. Her tears soaked his shoulder as they moved the hall, a salt-scented reminder of what had happened.
He heard footsteps somewhere behind them. Guards would eventually catch up and take him. As long as he got Brynn to medical first, he wouldn't fight them. He could have, like some mutants did. But that wouldn't help his secret goal. Aidrian had a decent record in terms of not causing too much trouble. Which might help him now. Assuming it mattered to either Brynn's owner or Fischer that this had been done against her will. In a place where people fought to the death for the entertainment of others, was rape still a crime?