Leyton merely tightened his hold on Tyrion’s leg; Tyrion was his only shot at making it out alive.
Just then, Jared had reached them and grabbed Tyrion’s shirt collar.
Tyrion shook like a leaf. “W-What are you doing? I’m a Whitaker! My dad will make you pay if you hurt me!”
Slap!
Jared slapped Tyrion so hard that the latter spun several times. He also lost all of his teeth.
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