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Being huile, painful existence

I dropped to one knee, keeping ht to my hip Each attempt to breathe was met with fiery resistance, and tears welled in my eyes I’d been in worse pain before, but it felt different now The punch wasn’t as bad as being shot or run through with a sword--both things I’d experienced firsthand--but it orse in its oay The agony of the punch robbed me of le blow had madeedpunches and overwheler than I wanted it to as I rubbed the red spot on ot you," Holden observed

"I know"

His brows e of his nose "There’s so I’d been on cloud nine, thinking about how right this whole situation was Now that I’d literally been punched by the gruff reality ofBecause goddamn that fist had hurt

"I can’t talk about it now"

"Fine But does it keep you froun

"No"

"Then use it" With his oiven, he melted back into the ruckus to help Desht have kept my attention at a different tiun, and there were ene to take hoht

They claiainst ment and wouldn’t shoot to kill But it didn’t ravely injure As long as I didn’t hit anyone on my side of the skirmish

With my Spidey senses out of commission, I wasn’t sure I could properly assess where ht Usually I could track someone and either aiht Iwith a blindfold on and earplugs

"Fuck it," I gruun, which was already locked and loaded, I ai kneecap and fired A wolf screanize the voice When one of round, I was ood ai down one of the ht back onto myself Desmond launched hiled to fend off two at the saotten a second wind

His face was ainst the pave to deaden the hate in his eyes If anything, being caked in dried blood with a good section of his cheek rubbed raw had fueled his rage towards ed closer, cracking his neck loudly when he tilted his head fro joints I’d hated the noise when I had superhu tofor it

If he cracked his knuckles next, I was going to shoot hiirlie"

I’d laid hi beaten up by a girl--even a girl as a olf queen--was his way offoolishness, then yes I certainly had made a fool out of him

I had a different opinion about whata racist tho thinks it’s still cool to ife-beaters is what makes you look stupid"

I didn’t need Desmond around to say it The voice in the back of my head said, Oh my God, Secret… Shut up

Maybe the voice had a point

I took three steps backwards and staggered against the sidewalk but ed closer, and ood, alun, Iit at his throat

"I don’t care if you live or die," I told hi you Don’t co but didn’t appear prepared to back down Instead he regarded me with an unusual patience for a man who’d seemed ready to kill me a second earlier I didn’t trust the sudden shift for one minute

"I ain’t allowed to kill you," he said