Watching, waiting for the Prince to finally get in the car he looked down at Iris who hadn’t moved from her spot. Glad that she had not defied them anymore he nodded to Thomas who had assisted him, thankful he had come along to help restrain them both because had he been on his own he could have lost especially with the shocking events of Iris trying to wrestle him for the gun. Looking down at his thigh he could see the blood was pouring away from the wound, it was starting to ache, but he knew he could get it sorted back in their base. Though he didn’t know whether to lock them together or lock her in a room separately.  

Sighing heavily, he grabbed Iris by the arm and forced her into the car, pushing her into the back of the car before slamming the door shut. Shaking his head at the whole ordeal, anger still flowed through him and he knew if he had just squeezed harder, pushed harder he would have taken her life. “Fucking nightmare.” Talking to himself as he got into the front of the car, thankfully child lock was still a thing so there was no way they could open up the car doors from the inside. 

“Tom, let my father know we are on our way back. Medical attention needed. Fucking bullet.” Ethan growled as he got inside the drivers’ seat hands clasping the steering wheel, knuckles turning white from the effort. At least where they were going, they had a better holding cell for the Prince than the makeshift one in the basement of her fathers’ home. Ethan made no mention of Regis or anything that had happened there, he didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. If they knew he was dead it would give them hope, there was no way she knew yet. Knowing he was dead would change everything, there would be no fear of the consequences of being caught. 

Starting up the car he began to drive them further along the road, going further into the districts which would technically be closer to the Capital. They had a strong hold in one of the districts it was also the last one standing currently as all the others had been attacked. Grinding his teeth, he was angry, he wanted to just kill them both on the road there and then, but he knew that was not what the plan was meant to be right now. 

Flinching as the door slammed Iris hung her head in the back of the car, using her long hair to hide her face to hide the hurt because all she could feel was the resonating pain of his fingers clenched around her throat. She had let them down, let him down by not being able to protect him and herself down because now she couldn’t make good on her promise of getting him back to the Capital. [color=f49ac2]“I’m so sorry.”[/color] Whispering under her breath to Cas in the back of the car, you could tell by the sound of her voice the damage that had been done to her neck, it was hoarse and rough and it sounded painful. 

The feeling of dread crept up on her, returning to her father facing him after what she had done seemed scary. There was no telling what he would do, especially as she knew his mind wasn’t in the right place. Not with the alcohol and his current obsession with the monarchy, well everyone seemingly had an obsession with the monarchy now even Ethan. Unable to stop it she felt herself tremble, shivers running down her spine as she thought on just what would await them going back to the rebel base. How would they be able to break out of this one?