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“Dad! No!” I screamed.
It jolted him.
I winced as it was all the opportunity Asher needed to toss his blade.
My dad grunted and staggered back as it plunged into his shoulder.
“Know why it wasn’t a fatal hit?” Asher growled like an animal. “A quick death is too good for you, motherfucker. I want your pain, your blood, your screams.”
He was there, wrenching the blade out and making my dad roar.
He wiped the flat of the blade across my dad’s mouth, forcing him to taste his own blood. Then he dug the fingers of his free hand into his wound, then slammed his knee into his gut. He spun into a roundhouse kick that connected so brutally it sent my dad several feet across the grass. And then Asher was there, delivering a hammer fist to the back of his neck.
My dad hit the grass hard, his face smacking into the dirt.
Asher was on his back then, fisting his hand in his hair and wrenching his head back at a painful angle.
And then he pressed his blade to his throat.
Jonah bolted from me, running into the fray. “You kill him and you’ll ruin everything!” he called out frantically as he went. “You’ll destroy our love, take Aurora from us. She’ll leave you, Asher! She’ll fucking well leave you if you take out her dad!”
Asher paused, then shot his head up my way, our gazes clashing painfully.
His gaze darted to my fingers now clasped around the butt of my gun in my holster.
It set him off as he focused on the threat.
And then he pressed the blade harder against my dad’s throat, drawing blood, and making him gag at the pressure.
Jonah reached them and wrapped his arm around Asher, trying to take him in a chokehold and wrench him back.
Amazingly, he resisted, even the formidable strength of Jonah.
He was beyond stopping.
Beyond reason.
Well, emotional reason, I realized.
And then it hit me, and I called out, “My dad knows who the leader of the Heretics is and he’s agreed to tell you! If you don’t stop you’ll never know!” I wasn’t going to tell him that I already knew that awful truth.
It seemed to work as he stilled and pulled the blade away a little.
But then he didn’t retreat any further.
“Lies,” he hissed. “Trying to subdue me.”
“No. I swear it.”
“You’ve been with him for weeks, he could’ve gotten inside your head.”
Well, that was unbelievably insulting.
“Please,” I said, pulling my gun and cocking it. “Don’t make me do this. I don’t want you hurt,” I said, as I took aim for a flesh wound, just something enough to stop him. My stomach roiled at the thought. But he wasn’t stopping. He was hurting my dad. And not even Jonah could pull him back.
A shot rang out and I jolted, adrenaline shooting down my spine.
It jolted us all, even Asher.
