Zane’s POV"Mabel, stop!"I kicked a man off my leg, his body hitting the ground with a dull thud. He didn’t move again. My pulse was racing, chest tight. I spun toward Mabel, but my stomach dropped. She was running straight into one of the attackers.I knew I wouldn’t reach her in time.The guy’s hands were stretched out, ready to grab her. His focus was sharp, his stance low, like he’d done this before. Mabel, drunk and fearless, charged forward anyway.“Damn it, kitten,” I muttered under my breath and moved to sprint, but it was too late.At the last second, she twisted aside. Her fist shot up and hit the man square in the throat. The sound was sickening. He froze, eyes wide, clutching his neck as he dropped to his knees.Mabel stood there with her hands on her hips, a crooked smile on her face. “Ha! Did you see that?”I stopped in front of her, still catching my breath. “Yeah, I saw it.”She was glowing. Her eyes were bright, cheeks flushed, hair messy from the fight. I couldn’t e
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