lion, her fingers curled into a fist, and that fist swung out and slammed into the male’s face. Britta cringed. She could hear his jaw breaking from where she stood. “She has gotta helluva punch,” Reed muttered beside Britta. The lion went down with a pathetic whimper, hitting the floor he’d just picked himself up from. Charlie crouched down and spoke to him. Her voice so low, Britta couldn’t understand what she was saying. But she could guess. She could guess that Charlie was making it clear the beating he’d gotten from Max was nothing compared to the one he’d get from Charlie if he came
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