"Stop!" Gavin forced the word through cracked lips.
The sound was ragged, a protest boiled in blood and defiance.
He managed to raise his head, and for that insolence, a Melded Beastkin trooper slammed a boot into his chest. Pain burst like shrapnel under his ribs, and a fresh ribbon of blood sprayed across the cave floor.
The goat-horned captain barked a drunken laugh. "Still have some backbone, do you? Fine. I'll finish with the pretty scout first, then take my sweet time carving you up."
Leering, he stretched a hand toward Yvette's trembling shoulder.
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