When Danica had arrived, she’d been armed to the teeth and out for blood. Asher had told her King wasn’t here and had confiscated her gun ‘for her own good’.

Now he was telling her King was here and yet he still wouldn’t give her gun back. For the same goddamn reason.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Danica demanded, mind in overdrive, making plans. She strode over to her brother, reaching straight into his jacket to take his own gun, since all of her plans involved one of those. “Let’s go.”

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