instantly rip Quinn off the busted table and drag her toward the door.

I can’t let this happen.

I won’t let this happen.

Before they make it outside, I flip the table end over end into the crowd. My instinct is to follow and punch Shepherd in his smug face, but my only goal has to be getting to Quinn. And the only one standing in my way is the flaming guard.

There’s no obvious weak point in his heavy armor. He’s padded from head to toe in thick metal that would only injure me to punch. The thinnest part is where I end up burying the widest part of my foot—right in his twig and two berries. The mountain of man collapses to the floor like broken glass. I can’t help but chuckle at his head lying on the ground. His flaming facemask looks...

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