She stood before him, wrapped in the night with her red eyes glowing and fangs gleaming silver. "They had her down, Wolvy. They would've killed her if I hadn't gotten to her when I did."

He still knew X better than Jubilee did. She knew the softer Laura better than he ever would, but X was a warrior, like himself. She would have killed the bastards before they could have done her in, no matter how many had piled up on her. Still, he looked beyond Jubilee to see Remy holding Laura in his trench coat. The clothing had been ripped from her. She was shaking, and she was his daughter. They both were.

"You comin' with me or not?" Jubilee snarled impatiently.

He'd killed men for less. He tried not to kill so much these days, but he was still a killer. He would always be a killer, and Jubilee was now, too. But these men who had taken Laura, who had done their best to rape her . . . Death was too good for them. So he was definitely along for the ride.

Besides, Jubilee had rescued him many times before she'd saved Laura tonight. She'd been at his side through so many things when no one else would have stood beside him. She had faced his animal and called out the man from within.

There was nowhere he was going to be tonight other than at her side. "Damn straight," he snarled back. Together, they headed out. Death was theirs to deal, but it was going to be a long time before the final card was laid on the last murderer's grave.

The End