Madden bolted off the couch. “That isn’t in the slightest what I meant.” Although…It wasn’t often anyone got to see the Butcher’s work. “But…I’m not mad about it.” Great covered his mouth with a closed fist and shook his head while Muse merely sighed, used to how things operated around here by now. “You sure?” Berga asked, not affected in the slightest by what he’d just done. He looked at Eric, who was standing there with his mouth gaping like a fish out of water. “Because I can probably save him so long as—” Eric’s fumbling hand reached up and yanked the knife out, causing a spurt of blood to
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