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The other was coming from the opposite back seat, but he was smarter than the others. I saw him take a moment, get his bearings, then check his gun.

Shit.

Without even knowing what to do, I moved closer, staying low in the tall grasses, my eyes burning as they locked on the man.

I heard the crack as Torin broke the second man’s neck.

The third man stood up and advanced on my brother.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I still had the stupid flashlight clutched tight in my hands and I sprung on the other man, his back now turned to me, and I hit him as hard as I could over the head.

I hadn’t been exactly sure where to hit him. I had been hoping he would crumple to the ground like Torin always managed to do, but this man only staggered against the Jeep, then turned to me, raising the gun.

“What the fu—” he was saying in a confused voice when my brother grabbed his head and ran him against the Jeep, grabbing his hair tightly and ramming his head over and over into the hard side until there was a bloody streak on the car and the man’s head hung crookedly on his neck.

“Lele,” he growled.

I stuck my head in the back of the Jeep but there didn’t seem to be anyone else.

“What now?” I asked.

My brother’s eyes were on me, hard and angry, but he picked two of the men up and shoved them in the front seat of the Jeep. Then he reached over and turned the car on, rolling down both windows. The third man he threw in the backseat. My eyes seemed glued to the man’s wide, bright smear of blood that glistened against the black Jeep.

Then Torin slammed the door and began to shove at the big vehicle.

“Stay back, Lele,” he warned, and I didn’t dare disobey him this time, watching as he ran the Jeep down the rest of the steep hill. As he reached the edge, the incline did the rest of the work, and I suppressed a cry as the Jeep went over the edge, and I heard it hit the water at the bottom with a big splash.

I watched with anxious eyes, but the big heavy Jeep slowly sunk down to the bottom, the vehicle filling rapidly with the open windows.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Too soon, though.

“Lele, you were supposed to stay in the truck,” Torin ground out, standing in front of me and crossing his arms over his chest.

“I just saved you from getting shot,” I shrieked, but he shook his head.

“I’d rather get my motherfucking skull blown apart rather than you put yourself in danger,” my brother said. “Now come here.”

“I won’t!” I cried, stomping my foot, furious at him. “You are being a stubborn asshole!”

And Torin moved toward me, his big boots crunching on the pine needles and leaves on the ground.

I scuttled back away and I saw his frown deepen.

“New rule,” he said. “If you run from me I’ll fuck you where I catch you.”

And with a shriek I turned and darted into the thick forest. It was pure prey instinct. I had always been a faster runner than my brother. Right? I could outrun him until he got tired of running. Right?

I darted between the trees and around the bushes, so much shorter that I was able to escape the worst of the branches and brambles. My brother would have to slow down and duck to avoid them.

Or so I thought. But I felt a jolt of nerves as I heard him barreling through them. I glanced back over my shoulder to see him run straight through a thicket of spiky brambles, his eyes locked on me.

As if I needed another reminder that he was obsessed, a dangerous, single-minded obsession that meant he would throw himself at any physical danger if he thought it meant protecting me.

I turned and ran, hearing him covering the ground behind me.

Shit.

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