I expected two things to happen in this moment: either Johnny sent me packing or he agreed to go somewhere quiet to speak with me. When Johnny tipped his chin up and uttered the word, "Leave," I realized I had been right about scenario number one. My adrenalin and bravery abandoned me in a rush and my shoulders sagged. Nodding, I turned to leave, feeling thoroughly deflated, only to have a warm hand wrap around my wrist and pull me back to his side. "Not you," Johnny whispered in my ear, settling me in front of him. "Them." His blue-eyed gaze darted to the two older boys watching us with
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