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"You're supposed to be dead!" Brayden said. Ezra shifted to his human form, his companion staying hidden in wolf form behind him. "You're a piss poor shot." "Want to test that?" he leveled his gun at Aria. "Try it and see how quickly you die," Ezra warned. "What do I care if I die? All I care about is causing pain to that disgusting family." "Oh you care. You want to see that pain drawn out. You want to see the effects of your work. I know you do. You're not the type to toss away your life." Brayden looked uncertain. Ezra knew he'd struck a cord. "You can't move fast enough to not get shot yourself!" "I might not be able to, but my friends that surround you definitely will." Brayden's eyes grew wide. "You're bluffing! Besides, I have my own friend in the woods." It clicked, E
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