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Beast took one step forward.
Then another.
Until he stood directly in front of me.
Close.
Protective.
Solid.
Safe.
His voice softened.
Just slightly.
"He's not getting near you."
The certainty in his words settled something inside me.
Not the fear.
That remained.
But the panic.
Because if there was one thing I believed absolutely...
It was that Beast meant every word he said.
Outside
A couple of miles away.
Hidden among the trees.
Gerald watched the ranch through binoculars.
A light turned on upstairs.
Movement.
People gathering.
Talking.
Planning.
The Rangers were awake.
His jaw tightened.
They knew something.
Not everything.
But enough.
