she slammed her knee into his groin. Damien saw stars. “Shit.” His voice was probably three octaves higher than usual. “Vlad?” Kara stopped fighting. Which was a good thing for Damien, because she was kicking his ass. “Is that you?” “Yes.” He cleared his throat and tried to concentrate on something besides agonizing pain. “If we ever have children after this, it will be a medical marvel, Kara Lynn.”
