“If anyone harms one hair on her head – if you so much as touch her belongings, look at her funny, mutter under your goddamn breath in her direction, I will sear the fucking flesh off your bones and scatter what’s left of you out there for the ravens to feast on.” I lower my arm and slowly the shadows retreat from the boy writhing on the floor and gasping for air, back into my body. Then I march right back up the line and reclaim my place beside my brothers. “That was fucking dramatic,” Dray mumbles. “It was fucking necessary,” I hiss. The girl is ours and no one touches her.
