“No!” she cried, leaping after him. “Gracen, help me.”
My twin startled the hell out of me when he obeyed without question, hurrying after both of them just as Yellow caught up with Fox and dodged in front of him so she could place both hands on his chest and ask, “What’re you doing? Where are you going?”
He didn’t answer, just tried to move around her. “Get out of my way.”
“No.” She dodged into his path again, grabbing hold of his shirt. He growled and tried to march the other way around her. A brief struggle ensued until she yelled, “Stop!”
He did, glaring and snarling, “No. He’s not getting away with this. I’m going to kill the motherfucker.”
“Whoa, hey!” This time, it was Gracen who stepped into his path and stopped him with a hand to Fox’s chest. “Just who are we killing and why?
