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“She’s not your girl,” Scott snaps, sounding like a petulant child “I’veto you”

“He’s lying,” Joslyn screaain, and I spend a brief second ofcoat He kneels beside her, then takes one of her hands to examine the wounds around her wrist, which are caked with dried blood

Scott sneers when I glare He’s still under the delusion he is going to be turned over to the police

Making a decision, I lower un I put a hand to the hly backward He can’t hold his balance, wind-round I holster ot one chance to coht you fairly”

Scott tosses his head back, hands planted onto the forest floor “I can’t take you in a fight, Kynan You’re former British Special Forces You clearly work out Sadly, I don’t I put all ofmy brain, which h to know I can’t ever hope to win in a fight, so if you don’tto wait for the police to come”

I reach toit out of the sheath It’s eight inches of lethal steel “I’ht”

He watches ide eyes as I flip the knife into the air, catching it by the blade before i it at his “Pick it up You have a weapon I don’t Now let’s go”

Scott slowly rises, tugging hard at the knife to dislodge it froround While he does that, I re them toward Cruce so they are safely out of the way He bends and picks theive us so down, letting me finish this the way I want to

Saint is clearly concerned about what I’ to do I don’t know this man, but when he finally nods his approval to ot my back as well

Turning to face Carlisle, I hold ers for him to come at me

He glances fro slightly, he scans Cruce and then Saint, perhaps wondering if they’re going to step in and stop this They both just stare daggers back, iance clear

Joslyn merely stares blank faced, and I have no clue what she wants me to do