Kulti was ahead of me. He’d already reached down and grabbed my glove, his own tucked under his armpit, one arm extended out in my direction in a gesture for me to come toward him. I did. My abs and sides ached with every step, but I managed to keep it together as we walked nearly side by side, the German ending up just slightly behind me. He veered off for a second to grab both of our bags, snatching them up off the floor. The anger coming off him was suffocating, but I took it all in, okay with it. He’d been about to beat the crap out of that guy in my honor. I’d seen Kulti lose his shit for
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