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I was on my feet before I even finished the thought.
That little b***h had the nerve… the actual nerve — to walk out of this dining room with the last bowl like she hadn't just given the Prez of Iron Hollow an order in front of all of us. Like she hadn't just turned her back on a full table of patched members and walked away like we were furniture. My chair scraped back hard against the floor and I was already moving, already seeing exactly how this was going to go — her head against that wall, every demon in her body rattling loose, Garrick's threat or no Garrick's threat—
Something hit me so hard in the chest I was back in the chair before I realized I'd moved.
Draven gave me one shove. Flat palm to my sternum with no warning or buildup, just force and the kind that didn't need
