“You’re sure about this?” Imogen asks. Each step Xaden takes brings a new wave of agony that starts in my side and ripples through my whole body. “Stop fucking asking him that,” Garrick snaps. “He made his decision. Support him or get the fuck out, Imogen.” “And it’s a bad one,” another man retorts. “When you have a hundred and seven scars on your back, then you get to make the fucking decisions, Ciaran,” Bodhi snarls. Tairn’s roar startles me, and I twitch, which only intensifies the already indescribable torture racking my body now. “What was that?” Garrick asks from somewhere to the left.
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