Nero POV"Nobody has ever done that."Drift was still walking the perimeter. Still counting. Like the number would change if he checked again.It didn't change."Four," he said. "In one night. With his bare hands. From inside the circle.""We know how many there are Drift," Rook said. "We were here.""I'm just saying—""We know what you're saying."Sable wasn't looking at the bodies anymore. He was looking at Nero. Specifically at Nero's hands. His jaw. The particular way he was sitting — not slumped, not exhausted, just still, like a man who had done something in the night and filed it away and moved on."You're not hurt," Sable said."No.""Four of them.""Yes."Sable was quiet for a moment. "Your father couldn't do that."Nero said nothing."Draven was strong," Sable said. "Strong enough. But that—" He gestured at the tree line without finishing the sentence. "That's something else.""Are you letting me out of this circle or are we going to keep discussing my father.""Neither," Dr
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