"Safe..." Regulus shook his head and took another drink. "That word is meaningless as long as she's alive and free."
With a disgusted sigh, he pushed away both his glass and the bottle, no longer desiring to drown his sorrows.
"She killed an innocent man," he exclaimed. "She's mad and dangerous, a threat to all of us, and yet no one can seem to stop her. Now she has taken away my last bit of security and backed me into a corner. I'm trapped." He scrubbed his face with both hands wearily. "It's almost enough to make me think I ought to go after her myself and end this one way or another."