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I rip free and point at my throat, then toward the door.
He exhales. “I know.”
Do you? Because I’m the one sitting here while everyone talks about the fucker who walked into my clubhouse, put his hand around my throat, and ripped out something that’s been part of me since the day I was born.
My hands move again, faster this time. One points at myself and the other closes around my throat before I jab a finger toward the table.
Sentinel watches. “He wants to go after Malgrave.”
My palm slams down hard enough to rattle the bottles.
No!
Fuck.
The phone is back in my hand.
I WANT TO DO SOMETHING!
The room goes quiet.
Five fucking words.
Still nowhere near enough.
I keep typing.
He took my fucking voice and walked out of here with it. Now we find out he’s done this before, and we’re sitting around waiting for him to decide what fucking happens next?
Nobody laughs this time.
Raze reads every word before pushing his beer aside. “You think I’m okay with that?” I hold his stare. “You think any brother sitting at this table is okay with what he did to you?”
My jaw locks.
That isn’t what I fucking meant.
“I want your voice back,” Raze continues. “I want Malgrave answering for putting his hands on one of mine. And if there’s somebody behind him collecting whatever the fuck he’s been taking… I want them too.” A few heads nod around the table. “But I am not throwing this club at a Hellwarden blind because we’re fucking pissed.” My fingers curl tighter around the phone. “And yeah…” Raze adds, his eyes staying on mine, “… I know you’re more pissed than anyone.”
Sentinel shifts beside me, his arm brushing mine. “So, we stop waiting.”
Scar leans forward. “Meaning?”
“Meaning we work with what we have.” Raze looks at him. “The phoenix.”
Scar’s fingers tighten around his whiskey. “I know where she died.”
Sentinel turns toward him. “You said she survived?”
“She survived Malgrave.” Scar takes a drink before setting the glass down again. “She died twenty-seven years later.”
“Where?” Raze asks.
“Outside Savannah. A supernatural settlement was buried out in the marshland back then. Most of it’s gone now, but I can get someone close.”
Sentinel leans forward immediately. “If she lived another twenty-seven years without her fire, then whatever Malgrave took was completely separated from her. If there’s any residual signature left where she died, I might be able to use it to work out what happened to the original power.”
Raze shakes his head. “You’re not going.”
