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• He took slow steps toward us, prowling like a predator hunting its prey. His eyes zeroed in on my hand, still holding my neck, and the blood trailing down my collarbone.
• A snarl transformed his face. “Did you fucking pierce her mating gland?” he roared at Robert. “Do you have a death wish?”
• Just as Waylen was about to pounce, Robert fisted the top of my hair and tugged me so I fell against his legs. He pressed his gun to my temple. “Don’t come any closer, Waylen. Don’t force my hand.”