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"What?" No, he didn't hear wrong. Harry said what he said. His demeanor became far more menacing and for a brief moment, Jackson could swear a different person sat before him. Harry's livid eyes grew wider by the second with an intent gaze fixed upon Jackson as a whole. The atmosphere became stuffing for them both and the silence ate at their hearts. It was a battle line being drawn by two. One of whom lined the ground with chalk, easily altered while the other had with him a piercing dagger and is ready to slice through the earth to make a point.

With gritted teeth, he said again, "I. Will. Not. Give. Up. On. Her." There was a fire in Harry's eyes, it burned with determination and passion, that, Jackson had never seen from someone who had been passive his whole life. Jackson walked on hot coals with his brother before him, his anger spiked while he used every iota of his being to calculate his actions. He wouldn't want to throw Harry off, they've come too far. But one thing