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Reaper snorted Whoever had taken hihed hiash on his cheek, ripped shirt, wheezy breathing His short black hair was caked with blood, h punishment in Shell’s eyes

“Been easy to slip under the radar with you idiots looking for ue ollen He s teeth

From the cover of her tree, Shell locked her knees to keep fro a hell of her on on the s bastard

Copper chuckled “Thaton thisblade from a sheath on his belt

Shell’s eyes widened, and she covered her asp Maybe she hadn’t been as prepared as she’d thought to watch Copper take a life

Yet she couldn’t tear her gaze away

The rest of the s, folded arms, and flat expressions as they watched Copper close the distance to Reaper Pressing the blade against the man’s throat, he said, “This is for my President, his ol' lady, and Shell” The veno more than the act of blatant violence she was about to witness He sounded like a differentin cold blood “This is for Shell irl should never have to live with the iunned down Rest in hell, motherfucker”

Reaper laughed,Shell flinch The sound was so maniacal it could have been a psychotic movie villain’s cackle And the man dared to do it while Copper held a deadly knife to his throat

Insanity

“There’s soCopper

“Details don’t matter You killed my president, now you die”

Reaperbrave Not once did he cower, beg for his life, or break eye-contact with Copper Just as Copper’s ar irl watching ood plaything”

The growl that ca across all Shell’s nerve endings He didn’t bother speaking, just drew the blade across Reaper’s throat in one fluid motion