Ian coughed again, but still fought like an animal not understanding it had been caught. Mac stepped in front of Ian and grabbed his face. “Ian, look at me.” Ian tried to pull away, to do anything but look his brother directly in the eye. “Look at me, damn you.” He swiveled Ian’s head, forcing Ian’s eyelids open until finally, Mac’s eyes and Ian’s met. Ian stopped. He gasped for breath, tears shining on his face, but he stilled, staring, mesmerized, into Mac’s eyes. Mac’s hold on him softened, and Beth saw that Mac’s own eyes were wet. “That’s it. You’re all right.” His grip on Ian’s cheek
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