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Ontarii pulled back his arm, his expression saying he was about to murder his leader.
Brook stepped between the two men, looking up at the alien she loved.
“Stop,” she said, putting her hands on his arms. “He’s right.”
“I don’t care,” Ontarii snarled. “He doesn’t get to talk about you like that.”
“I appreciate your anger, I really do, but we’ve got to do as he says. Your people need you, and if this is the only way to prevent your death, then we have to try.”
Ontarii’s face softened. His fists uncurled, and he took her hands in his.
“All right, but only because you want to.”
