Laughing in spite of himself, Ray could only agree.
"Wouldn't have it any other way," he said, shaking off the shock of their most recent encounter. Threat and danger lurked around every corner, and every shadow they passed put eyes on them. The only way to survive would be to keep up and roll with the punches.
Ray couldn't help but be afraid, and he was certain that Kyra was frightened as well, but that fear was normal. That fear would ultimately keep them grounded, alert and alive.
The silken warmth of the sun cascaded around them as they strode off arm in arm down the street. A brief little reminder that what they were doing was good, a noble goal for a seemingly insurmountable cause.
He breathed a long sigh and reminded himself to use these precious moments. He smiled, letting warmth and light wash over his skin, and not just the warmth of the sun, but the radiance of the woman at his side.

Even if he had to kill a million vampires, or rip Mathias' head off with his own two hands, even if he had to cross the plains and fight the warlock in the Dead Zone...no matter where he had to go, it would never be too far just to make sure she didn't leave again.
So many different emotions coursed through him, love, hate, anger, tranquility, malice and joy. He closed his eyes and quieted the storm, like he often did, only to his surprise this time it stayed calm.
"They nearly had us back there, but at least now we know what kind of players we're dealing with. Ball's in our court, now we get to show them how we play."