“No, you didn’t. You never gave us another thought.” “Please, Kaz,” whispered Inej. “Don’t do this. Don’t be this.” Rollins groaned. “I am begging you—” “Are you?” “You son of a bitch.” Kaz consulted his watch. “All this time talking while your boy is lost in the dark.” Pekka glanced at his men. He rubbed his hands over his face. Then slowly, his movements heavy, as if he had to fight every muscle of his body to do it, Rollins went to his knees. Kaz saw the Dime Lions shake their heads. Weakness never earned respect in the Barrel, no matter how good the cause. “I am begging you, Brekker. He’s
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