Reluctant to accept Asher's help with walking, Danica tried her best not to lean her weight on him out of pure stubbornness. Only he could probably tell how successful she was being.

She was far too occupied with being pissed the hell off; it helped block out the pain too. While she intended to thrust the still-cocked gun at her brother, her arm only got half way up and she ended up pressing it against him weakly. Her teeth clenched against the words she only wanted to have to say once. "Take him. The fuck. Out." She didn't care what Asher had to say about it. The fucker had ambushed the wrong person and Danica wanted to make sure he knew it. "NOW!"