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“You’re dead meat, son,” Betty said

Brandon s to Lake

“Back off or Kirsty gets another scar”

Lake growled deep in his throat

“You harm her,” Lake said, “and I will kill you slowly”

“Get lost, Superman,” Brandon told him “And take the witches with you”

The carol singers were beginning to inch away Lake’s face was aloosely at his side and his feet were slightly apart Kirsty recognised it as a fight stance he’d shown her one night Brandon wrapped his arm around her neck and crushed her to him

“Kirsty,” Lake said evenly “How about you use what you learnt in class?”

Kirsty’s lower lip trembled She couldn’t She looked at Lake His eyes said he knew she could

“You can do it, Kirsty,” shouted Jean

“Three,” Lake said “Two”

Kirsty took a deep and very shaky breath

“Who the hell are you, anyway?” Brandon oing to make me back off”

“One,” Lake said It was alrowl

Kirsty elbowed Brandon in the side and he grunted She sta her other elboards his head and felt it glance off his cheek and then she thurip loosened Kirsty tore herself away from him There was a sharp pain in her side She yelped and sturound She scrambled away from Brandon Lake’s focus wasn’t on her He clenched his fists and lowered his head He was ferocious