Firefly Glen you were a child crawling on your knees toward him.

Fig’s thoughts were consumed by what might’ve happened to Fenn, so much that he didn’t notice the Blackthorn’s approach until just before he spoke. Fig whirled around to spy the silver Fox trotting to a stop before then, his face smug and superior in all the ways it always had been. Fig’s hackles raised in spite of himself and his lip curled a little at the mockery in the man’s tone.

Before Fig could say or do anything though, Bronco was charging. His brows raised in surprise and for a moment, his anger cleared. That smug look on Penn’s face. Did he know something? ”Bronco, wait!” he called, even as his stepbrother smashed Penn into the ground. He cantered swiftly closer to them, his eyes now on the Blackthorn, who was laughing of all things.

”Where is she? What do you know?” Fig snarled.