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Jethro walked into the yard. As he’d expected, last night had been quiet. If Wickerwood had wanted him dead, he’d be dead.
He strolled across the courtyard, subtly sniffing for any hint of fear, anger or any indication of where an attack would originate, but the wind was strong today. The scent of smoke from the Mile of Fire obliterating everything else. He leaned against the fence, protecting his back.
Gap walked over to him. “You need to come with me.”
“Why?” Right now, he wasn’t too keen on going anywhere alone with Gap or Tonkers.
“Because I say so.” Gap’s hand moved to the club at his side.
His blood raced and his skin tingled. He should press the situation. Make the Guard attack him. He needed another fight, but he was pretty sure his new partner wouldn’t appreciate h
