Niall flicked his ashes and sneered down at us. “If yer arse isn’t in my chair at the crack of dawn on the thirteenth day, ye’ll be marked. No mercy. Understand, Corbie?” I didn’t answer him. Instead, I gently helped Taryn to her feet, guided her around Davis and Gan, and led her into the junkyard. Once outside, I closed my eyes and lifted my face to the sky to gather my wits. The afternoon sun warmed my flushing skin while a breeze cooled the rage. I was shaking. My breath, my body. My muscles were begging for a fight. “Finn . . .” Taryn whispered and I slowly looked her way. “Corbie doesn’t
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WALK HIM LIKE A DOG.
