Chapter 103

“Ramsey,” he chokes, and that’s all he manages to get out before

Ramsey shoves Maclin away from him and at the crowd, at me.

Fingers claw in my shirt as Maclin staggers back, searching for

purchase, but Dylan steps in front of me, knocks the grasping hands

away.

Maclin rams into the colonists behind us and

they scatter out of his way. I see surprise flit across his face as

he lands on his ass, hard enough to knock the wind out of him, and

before he can get his breath back, Ramsey is there, fisting a hand

into his shirt, hauling him up, tossing him against the counter

with a sickening crunchthat sounds like splintering wood or

bone. “Ramsey!” Conlan cries again.

Maclin sinks to the floor, an arm wrapped

around his narrow chest, holding bruised or broken ribs, his head

hanging in defeat, but Ramsey advances on him, kicks his leg aside

and pulls him up again. When Conlan grabs his arm, tries to

intervene, Ramsey shrugs him away. “Get out of here, Jeremy,” he