Silas didn’t let up his grip, and given that fact it was almost impossible for their intruder to get out of it. The super strength was coming in handy for once, he thought in the back of his head as he scowled at the man in the mask. He knew Rae was moving around behind them, but he wasn’t necessarily focused on that, he was more concerned with getting answers out of the bastard that had picked the lock.
He had to have, because Silas had locked that door himself before they’d gone to bed. It almost made him wish that he’d found one of those security chains too, or installed another lock. But he hadn’t actually thought that someone would try to get in, even if they’d had someone watching them for awhile now.
When Rae demanded that the man answer Silas’ question, Silas shook him a little to add emphasis. God, he didn’t know how Rae was keeping her voice level, because all he wanted to do was shout at the bastard and then tear him to shreds with his bare hands.
“You got no good way to answer that question,” Silas growled and pulled the man in closer, really getting in his face. “So might as well get it over with.” He didn’t believe for a second that the man hadn’t had an aim to harm them.
It was no surprise that the intruder stuttered over his words, he even looked like he had gotten paler by the second.
“I… I was just gonna,” he paused and swallowed hard, nervous. “I was sent to get blood from him,” he finally blurted out in a rush, and Silas watched his eyes dart around the room.
Why the hell would someone send a man in to get blood from EJ? Or more appropriately why would Samson, because Silas had no doubt that the bastard was behind it.
“Who sent you?” Silas growled as she shifted his grip to the man’s biceps and squeezed down unrepentantly. “Who the fuck wants blood from a kid?” Silas turned his gaze to catch Rae’s eye, trying to gauge how she took the admission, but it difficult in the dark, even with his eyes adjusting to the dimness.
The admission hadn’t helped to ebb away any of his anger either, if anything he was more tempted to tear the other man’s arms off rather than take him to security. That’s what he should do though, and he knew it. Let Stone or Jones question him, since they had more interrogation experience than Silas would ever have.
“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t fucking kill you right here,” he snarled. “Or let her do it.” Hell, if Rae wanted to, he wasn’t going to stop her. At the very least she deserved to get in a couple good shots on this guy, since he’d been after her kid.