“Why are you protecting him? He tried to kill you.” It was a statement of fact, not a question. His expression slowly melted from anger to horror. He was imagining what we had been doing on that unstable shelf — I could see that in his eyes. When I did not answer, he spoke again in a whisper. “He was going to throw you in the river. . . .” A strange tremor shook his body. Ian had one arm around Kyle — he’d collapsed that way and seemed too tired to move. Now he shoved his unconscious brother away roughly, sliding farther from him in disgust. He slid into me and wrapped his arms around my
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