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chest, Alastor pushed to a sitting position, his lips

peeled back. “I think the bugger cracked my sternum.”

“For fuck’s sake.” Dagan snatched Joe’s collar as the

bastard tried to back away. Joe struggled and squeaked,

clawing at Dagan’s wrist. Yeah, like that’d do him

good.

Dagan glared at Alastor. “Was there a point to the

heroics?”

“I wasn’t thinking in terms of heroics. I didn’t plan

for the wanker to actually hit me—” Alastor pressed

his fist tighter against his chest “—just planned to make

sure he didn’t hit you.”

“Not like a bullet would kill me,” Dagan pointed

out, giving Joe a hard shake and he tried to break the

hold on his collar.

“Or me.” Alastor sent him a half-hearted grin, the

effect ruined by the blood dripping down his pristine

white shirt. “But, bloody hell, it hurts like a bitch.”

Dagan couldn’t argue that. Not when he’d taken a

bullet or a knife more than once for his brothers. And

each time, it hurt. Hurt like a fucking bitch.

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Soul reapers were immortal, not impervious.

“You planning to gut the sodding bastard, or shall

I?” Alastor asked, bracing one hand on his thigh as he

pushed to his feet.

“He’s mine,” Dagan said as he turned and hauled Joe

close.

Joe’s eyes widened as the thin light from the open

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