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While I sat duer swelled "Only I wasn’t in on the plan, jackass," he said, his voice harsh with barely contained fury He leaned forward, his teeth welded together "You sent ood it didI didn’t already know"
Garrett’s fists were in Reyes’s shirt before I knew it He lifted Reyes off his feet and atteot the upper hand in a matter of seconds He turned the tables, threw Garrett back, shoved hiainst the wall, and jammed his forearm in Garrett’s throat
Cookie jumped back as I had the opposite reaction I rushed into theon his arm
But Reyes wanted Garrett to kno runted and fought I orried he would actually crush his larynx
"We get it," I said to Reyes "You win Now, let hio"
Cookie recoiled, her face ashen, her eyes wide
Reyes released his hold and threw hi his throat I bent to help hi off my offer, but he put a hand on my shoulder and tried to stand But he was heavier than I reet hiether we got hiht hiood a con artist he was He shoved Reyes back, pretending to be falling, drew a long dagger with a razor-sharp point, and buried it in Reyes’s chest
A startled shock of electricity dumped adrenaline down my spine I covered my mouth with both hands in utter disbelief as Garrett smiled and leaned into the man he’d just stabbed It was Reyes’s turn to suffer He tossed his head back and tried to breathe as Garrett buried the blade deeper, is about how to bring your ass down"
When Reyes grabbed the knife, Garrett pushed again and Reyes groaned in agony
I didn’t understand It was just a knife It had a long thin blade, almost like a sht collarbone He’d been shot with a 50-caliber bullet, so that would rip a normal man to shreds, and walked away Why would such a slim blade paralyze him?
I ran to them and tried to pull the blade out, but Garrett pushed round
He locked his jaw, his expression full of hate, his anger palpable "Do you have any idea what they did to me?"
Reyes couldn’t answer His eyes rolled back, his hands braced on the wall beside him Then he reached up and ripped at his shirt like it was burning him He clawed at it, but once he tore it to shreds, I realized he wasn’t clawing at the shirt, but at himself His tattoos, the crisp lines and patterns of the e light, like h them