Chapter 0700

"Tony!" I sigh, slipping out from beneath his arm and swatting him in turn. "I already feel horrible about that, you can't -" "What the hell are you doing here?" Tony snaps, interrupting me and frowning over my shoulder towards the entrance.

I turn suddenly, surprised, and blink in the sunlight coming through the tent flap, silhouetting a figure standing there.

When he drops the flap my mouth falls open in surprise to see Perry Gibson standing there, his mouth drawn into a straight, determined line. He doesn't say anything.

Tony goes rigid, stepping slightly in front of me. "Don't come another step closer, Gibson."

"I have work to do," Gibson growls. My eyes go wide when he speaks and I see his extended canines flash.

"Here to finish Wright's job?" Tony snarls. "Always the fucking lackey, Gibson -"

My heart starts to pound even as Tony steps fully in front of me, as my eyes dart between them. No - there's no way - Gibson always tried to calm Wright down - always the voice of reason - "No," Gibson snarls, his eyes shifting to me. "This isn't for Wright. This is for Atalaxia."

Then he moves.

erupt somewhere in front of me - but I'm too panicked to aim - don't know what they're catching on - There's a guttural yell and suddenly Tony is knocking me backwards, knives in his own hands as Gibson comes again. They move too fast to see, grappling wildly, until there's a shout of pain and a groan as Tony's body comes flying back, slamming into mine, taking

back hits hard, Tony's body sprawled over mine. Tony gasps, thick and

steel above me draws my attention upwards as it arcs down towards my

top of me, trying to get away, feeling something

sudden roar distracts from

blur flashes before my vision snarling and hurling itself into Gibson, knocking him down

sit up, baffled by all the wet - all the

his hands falling to his side, and finally manage to shove him enough to sit up, panting, my eyes flashing around the tent as the woman working the counter screams

as he stands panting and snarling with small flames flickering

But Tony -

still doesn't move, doesn't get up, doesn't look

sitting up further, grabbing for him, finally

at the boy who stepped in front of me, who saved my life. Because all I

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