His dark face, the dark hair crowning it like a thick cap, lighted at the sight of Marcia, and harshened when he saw Sean.
Mike moved quickly toward them, his eyes fixed on Marcia's face. His arms were outstretched. Sean was looking at Marcia out of the corner of his green eyes. At Mike's approach she moved closer to Sean, tugged at his arm.
"Marcia!" Mike said, and his voice carried his heart with it. "I was scared stiff when they took you. How...?" Mike's dark eyes saw Marcia's fingers flexing on Sean's arm.
He took a step forward, his bulging muscles rippling, his dark eyes snapping. Sean, wordlessly, dumped over the hamper.
Shel Lur's body spilling out on the damp floor stopped him instantly.
Mike O'Hara stared at the body of the Krak, then at Sean's smiling lips.
"Dead." Sean's voice was quiet.