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“I do. I understand if I let you go, you'll put yourself right in the middle of the fight. And I know it could get you killed." "So what?" I struggled to stay calm. "Look, I'm not suicidal, but it's my family, Ayden. If I die keeping them safe, I'm okay with that. You know how I feel." He threw up an arm and his voice rose. "And what about how I feel?”

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