Blood dripped from Otis’s sleeves like war paint, but he didn’t notice. He was too busy whistling some off-tune melody, half-skipping toward the others with a terrified girl in tow. Her arms were bound behind her back, and her eyes, sharp, green, and defiant, flicked across the four men before her.
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