The information made sense, but Ambrose was past things that made sense. He needed to get to Buffy. He would....he didn't know what he would be doing. All he knew was that Buffy, his Buffy was in the hands of that witch, that bastard. He would kill him, he wanted to taste his blood on his fangs. Hissing again, Ambrose renewed his efforts to get loose of the invisible bonds.
"I'll kill him, rip his to shreds. She dares to go over there, to him?" he thrashed about. "I'll kill them both, if I can not have her then no one will!"