Joseph's POV
The moment Dorothy left to tend to Heather, I signaled Simona to disconnect the Beta from his medical equipment. Several of my warriors and I dragged his unconscious form toward the detention cells. Since this bastard wouldn't be leaving alive, I saw no reason to handle him gently. His body scraped against the concrete floor as we hauled him down the corridor.
Inside the cell, my warriors suspended him from silver restraints, his wrists locked above his head. The acrid smell of burning flesh filled the air as the silver made contact with his skin. I positioned a chair directly in front of him and settled in to wait for him to regain consciousness.
While monitoring his shallow breathing, I maintained my mental connection to both Dorothy and Heather. Trust didn't come easily where Heather was concerned, but I knew she wouldn't jeopardize her sister's safety. Still, I had stationed two warriors in the room as additional security for Dorothy.
