“I mean, man…” Charlie went on, slugging more whiskey. “You’ve got him hooked now. I know when Knickknack’s hooked.” He waved a frenetic hand toward Nick, who was watching us from across the fire, and then Charlie stepped closer, so drunk his blue eyes were crossed. But his voice was so low and dark that it was like he was staring straight at me. “Don’t hurt him, Sage. Don’t hurt my brother. Don’t touch his heart.”
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