Eric is quickly realizing that there is no world in which Dawn doesn't need saving. She's not a damsel in distress, not really, but she is surrounded by supernatural beings and that leaves her a out-powered more often than not. Eric doesn't mind rescuing her. He likes the fight and the violence; he always has. He worries, of course, that he won't get to her in time. His blood can heal a lot of things, but once she's gone there's nothing he can do and he's lost enough people in his time. He doesn't want to lose Dawn.

She's got more than enough of his blood in her that tracking her isn't a problem. He lands in a snow covered forest, trees bitten with frost. He chooses to use the element of surprise and lands right in the middle of the Frost Fae camp. By the time he's reached Dawn, almost a dozen fae lay in various pieces scattered around snow that is more red than white. He's drunk on fae blood and has a couple of patches of frostbite on his cheek and hand. He'd been smart enough to cover everything else up. Of course, the more fae blood he drank, the more immune he became to their frost attacks.

He tears off the door to the cage they'd trapped Dawn in, bent low to step inside.