Shoving Will away, he brought his hand down hard, slapping Will in the face. “Ask,” he said again. Will stumbled, his back to me, but after a moment, he rose again, standing tall. Aydin shook his head, charging up to him and slapping the same side again and again, pushing Will back until he lost his footing, spun around, and dropped to his hands and knees. Tears filled my eyes, and I stared down at Will as he took a moment to catch his breath, and then he rose back up, facing Aydin and steeling his spine for more. What the hell was he doing? Will could fight. He wasn’t even trying. What had
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