Collins stood without a word; he did not roar in anger, he did not shout or make any outward display of fury, yet one could see, one did not need to be told, that a single glance at his face and eyes would be enough for anyone to understand that Collins was seething with an intense, suffocating rage.
But as a seasoned warrior, one who had endured countless battles, one who had even witnessed his wife stand at the very brink of death, he did not allow that anger to consume him; he did not let it blind him or push him into acting rashly, for that was the number one mistake any warrior could make, and he was not going to make that kind of mistake, not now, not ever, not when the stakes were this high and consequences he couldn't handle.
