She couldn't help but wince for the sounds of the ribs breaking and the shoulders coming loose of their sockets. Not that she felt sympathy for the bastard one bit, but that had to hurt.
When he disappeared she let out with a sigh that almost deflated her. For a moment she looked as ragged as the nickname she'd taken, but then she pulled her image together. She was tired. But she was lost.
She looked at Phaedra then remembered that she still held the vampire's hand. She didn't snatch hers back but she did let go possibly a bit more pointedly than she'd intended.
"He was in my dream. And Murphy's. I shoved her awake. You don't have that choice. I know, but he is probably in other dreams." She didn't want to make the offer, but she was maybe the only one who could do this easily. "We could hunt him. Together."