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Flynn
I’d watched Saige shut herself into the cabin, and waited at the woodshed’s door, breath held, same as I’d done the first time she’d come to me. My stomach in knots, I strained my ears…
She shrieked my name, and I took off across the yard, my heart pounding faster than my feet hitting the ground.
Dog sprinted at my side.
A shoulder to the door crashed it against the wall.
Saige lay limp beneath Pa, arms sprayed to her sides.
Pa held her neck in his hands, keening curses, shaking her hard enough her head bounced off the floor. “You’ll pay for wanting my son! Calling for my son—you’re mine!” Spittle flew from his lips, and rage, hot and raw, lit a fire inside me.
A roar bellowed from my chest, and I threw myself forward, ramming into Pa. We sprawled in a tumble, crashing int
