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He shakes his head

“Get up,” I snarl

He tosses the knife aside Shaking his head again, he cradles his broken arm “I’hting you”

Unacceptable I reach down and haul hiht into his face Dead center on his nose More bones crunch

Scott goes flying backward, blood spraying froround, he tries to start crab walking away from me

I advance on hie with me Takes a little of the fun out of it, but I can hat I’iven

He scuttles away froood are pine tree I bend toward hi him up so I can beat him back down, but I’m halted by a soft hand on my shoulder

“Don’t,” Joslyn says in a mere whisper, but it has the force of a board her

My sweet beautiful Joslyn The love of my life who is battered, bruised, and bloodied by this psychopath And she has just asked me not to hurt him anymore

She steps into me, puts her palms on my face, and says, “Please don’t I know you don’t care if it’s on your conscience, but it will be onthis”

Christ Every bit of rage, along with the need for vengeance, slithers right out of reasy trail in its wake Because it would hurt her if I did this, I have no choice but to stand down I don’t even bother to argue with her, because her words are enough Her asking h

“Okay, kitten”

She s her lips softly to ratitude and relief “Thank you for coet me”