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I made no sound, gave no warning. I just launched in and yanked her free.

“Reath?” She blinked at me, her eyes unfocused. I thrust her toward Colt. Beau and Kavner flanked me.

The man who’d attacked her staggered back and held his palms up. He was dressed in jeans and a shirt, just like everyone else in Smokehouse. Designed to blend in.

“She was sick and stumbling,” the man said, with an overblown Texas accent. “I was just trying to help her.”

“No.” Frankie was shaking in Colt’s arms. “No…” A groove appeared in her forehead. “He was trying to…to take me away.”

My gaze narrowed on the man. Suddenly, he darted left, making a run for it.

I tackled him and we hit the ground. I got on top of him and pressed my forearm against his neck. With just enough pressure to make it uncomfortable for him.

“Who are you?”

“I’m just—” He wheezed and grabbed at my arm.

I pushed a little harder. “You touched her. You were going to take her.” Take her from me. “You’re one of Auclair’s goons.”

He gagged. “No, look, man—”

“Drop the accent.” This time, I punched.

He grunted, but when he looked up at me this time, he sneered. He had blood smeared on his teeth. “Fuck you.”

His real accent sounded less American and more European.

I hit him again.

“Enough.” As I pulled my fist back again, Beau grabbed it. “It’s better to lock him up and ask some questions.”

I ground my teeth together, fighting for some control.

“And Frankie needs you,” Kavner murmured.

I looked over. She was shivering and pale, leaning against Colt’s side.

I rose. “Get him to PSS and into a holding cell.” No police this time. “I want to know everything he knows. If he won’t talk, make him.”

Beau smiled. “My pleasure.”

“You can’t beat Auclair,” the man said.

“I can.” I let my resolve slide into my voice. “I’m Reath Fury, and I’ve stopped Auclair before.”

Beau hauled the man up.

The man’s eyes widened. “You’re the one.”

I knew exactly what the man was talking about.

“He hates you.”

“The feeling is mutual.” I turned and strode to Colt.

Frankie tried to focus on my face.

“Reath…” Her voice was slurred. “I knew you’d come.”