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“No? What about these? Boys”

All theshards of ice in the snowy landscape

So up behind her dad, heropen

She heard it all

Saul called me his woman

Fiona knows

I ca her and now she knows and now soht happen

“Please,” I say,my voice loud “Just stop this now It’s so senseless”

“Shut up, cunt,” Jett roars, wheeling on me with the knife

I step back with a cry

But Saul throws hiard for his own safety

They fall on him with their knives, but Saul moves like a shadow, insanely fast and fluid for a man his size He ducks sideways and then co him to slip on the ice and land with a bony crack

Saul spins away, fists raised, judging his ti as three men bulrush him

He faints to one side, causing one of thehis knife up

And then he ducks low and slams him in the ribs so hard I’m sure I hear bone crack

Whish-whish, the knives hiss in the air, just shy of Saul’s face as he ducks backward in a boxing stance

“Tsk, tsk,” Saul grunts, letting out short puffs of air with each devastating strike

Each , some of them just as tall as Saul, and yet he dances around thee whirl of violence

He grabs one man’s wrist and snaps it upward

The knife drops and Saul catches it—only to toss it away, skidding metallically on the concrete

I back up until I’ with Fiona

She rip onto each other, too frozen to do anything

“The cops,” I gasp “We need to call the cops”