The vampire had watched the exchange in confusion, unsure of what exactly was happening--and that confusion hadn't cleared. "Carrick," he repeated. "Carrick did something to you." He made a soft, frustrated sound. "What kind of place is this? I thought we'd be safe from such utter disregard in a town like this. Isn't that why you all live here?"
He wanted, more than anything, to wrap his arms around his angel and undo whatever had been done, but he still didn't know what had been done. Not really. He dragged his fingers through his hair again, irritated. "What am I supposed to do? Nothing? He assaults my slave--assaults me--and I can do nothing? That's...unacceptable."