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“Yes,” Faith answers before Dax can.

We both look at her.

She raises an eyebrow. “Go,” she says, like she’s calling the shots now. “Meet us at the block with him.”

Dax laughs. It’s low. Dark. Amused. He keeps walking.

Faith follows without looking back.

I watch her go, jaw clenching, heart pounding just a little harder than it should be.

I might be in for more than she realizes.

Damn.

Chapter Seven

Faith

Dax is alarming in his silence as we make our way to the block. His jaw twitches, his neck tight with tension, but he doesn’t say a damn word. He doesn’t have to.

I know he has things to say.

Jinx stumbles again, nearly going down on his knees, but Dax just yanks him back up without a word, dragging him along like dead weight.

Left hand. Of course. His right shoulder wouldn’t hold up to this, not after everything. He needs to be in bed, not playing executioner.

When we reach the block, I pull out my keys and unlock the heavy doors.

Dax shoves Jinx inside.

I step in behind them, locking up behind us. No one’s walking in uninvited. If this gets ugly, I don’t want an audience.

Zachs has a key. He can get in.

Anyone else? They can rot outside.

I flick on the lights. They flicker, buzzing, hesitant, like they’re just as wary of what’s about to happen as I am.

Jinx backs away immediately, his arms twitching at his sides.

“You gonna talk, or we doing this my way?” Dax asks, voice low and cold.

Jinx licks his lips, his gaze darting everywhere but at us. His fingers twitch, shoulders jerking like he’s barely holding still.

Too jittery. Too wired.

“I got nothing, Dax,” Jinx says, too fast, too defensive. “You know me. I’m solid.”

Bullshit.

Dax pops his knuckles, and I see Jinx’s whole body jerk at the sound.

Dax doesn’t miss it either. He takes a step forward, casual, slow, the kind of movement that makes men start praying.

“Dax.” I set my hand on his back, my palm resting over the tight muscles beneath his shirt.

He turns, his face still hard, but when his eyes drop to me, something shifts. “I can do this in the other room,” he says.

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