“Don’t!” I say, finding myself in the position of trying to prevent Dax from doing something that’s going to have consequences. Consequences that will end very swiftly in his death. Half a beat later, Beast walks into the cage with a gun held out in front of him and Grim by his side. I’m too shocked to do anything but stare at the unfolding events. Beast aims the gun at Dax’s head, pulling back the safety. “Let him go or get a bullet in your brain,” he grinds out. “He touched what isn’t his,” Dax grunts, not loosening his hold, but not tightening it either. “Let. Him. Go. Or. Die!” Dax doesn’t
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