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I walked over and took the note.
His hand shot out.
Too late.
I'd already read it.
YOU CAN'T HIDE HER FOREVER.
My knees nearly gave out.
The barn suddenly felt too small.
Too hot.
Too close.
Because Gerald wasn't just watching anymore.
He was escalating.
The silence stretched.
Then Beast reached for the note.
Folded it.
Slipped it into his pocket.
His eyes found mine.
And what I saw there made my breath catch.
Anger.
Protectiveness.
Determination.
Something else.
Something that made my heart beat a little faster.
"We're done playing nice."
The words came out cold.
Deadly.
Dad nodded immediately.
"I agree."
One of the boys swallowed hard.
"Should we call the sheriff?"
"Already on my way," a voice said.
