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Did the Dark Watchers want this? Were they enjoying Dillon’s pain?

Malik grabbed Dillon’s hand, a desperate claw, and closed his fingers around the knife “Jumpor cut”

“Malik!” Shade said, but failed to slow it down, so that he’d have heard nothing but a millisecond buzz

I can stop this

Dillon screaue

The world will never be safe unless he’s dead or

Dillon had thought the bullet wound was pain The bullet wound was nothing

Nothing!

He was burning alive! The pain co his brain with an urgency unlike anything he’d ever felt His entire body was under a blowtorch

He felt the impact of the tank cannon blasts and prayed they’d kill him

Then, the ! Yes, yes, jump!

But as in his hand? What was the sleek-skinned black boy saying?

Cut and live

Cut and live!

Flashes of memory