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They threw themselves between the raging Demon and Hendrix, but that only gave June an outlet for his anger.

Nix actually winced when the bodyguard on the right took the first hit and there was a loud cracking sound as his nose was broken. Blood spurted out, spraying across Yejun’s face, but if he noticed, it didn’t slow him down.

Yejun stabbed the second bodyguard in the side with a pen—Nix hadn’t even seen him holding one a second ago, had it been in his pocket?!—and then again in the upper thigh when the man curled in on himself protectively.

The first guard recovered and landed a blow to June’s solar plexus, doubling him over, and before Nix realized what he intended, he was on his feet.

“Hey!” He caught the guard by surprise and punched him, then kicked him for good measure before the man could catch his bearings. Nix swore when he was forcefully spun around, the second guard now focused on him. The hit irritated the alreadysore spot from where Hendrix had slapped him and he hissed at the burst of pain.

And then West was there, pulling the guy off of Nix by the scruff of the neck like he weighed no more than an empty backpack. He actually tossed him to the side like one as well, before going for the first guard who was fighting with Yejun a few feet away.

Neither June or the guard seemed to have noticed West’s arrival, and it cost the guard.

West twisted his left arm behind his back hard enough there came a pop, followed by the man wailing in agony. He continued to contort the appendage anyway, turning with the man until he was facing Hendrix.

Hendrix yelped and sidestepped to avoid the guard crashing into him when West threw him forward, but collected himself with a huff.

“He slapped Nix,” Yejun said, out of breath and every bit as pissed off as the moment he’d gotten there.

“Who did?” West demanded, glaring daggers at Hendrix. He pointed at him. “He did? I’ll fucking kill you.”

It was probably pretty scary to have a man who was all set to become a professional fighter charge at you, even for someone with as high a social status as Hendrix. If he’d used logic, he most likely would have realized West couldn’t make good on his threats without risking repercussions, but apparently logic was completely out the window today for all of them because Hendrix panicked instead.

“West!” Nix noticed the blaster before the others, but he wasn’t fast enough to do anything to stop the gun from going off.

West jerked and then went still, clearly shocked.

He wasn’t the only one.

Hendrix’s eyes widened and he stared at the weapon he still held in his hand, aimed at West. After a second, he startedto shake, dropping the gun to the ground as though burned by it. “I didn’t…”

West groaned and then dropped to one knee, pressing a hand to his right side.

“Call an ambulance!” Nix ordered Yejun and rushed West. He covered his hand with his own, applying more pressure to the injury. “Hold on, you’re going to be fine.”

“This?” West grunted. “This is nothing. If you’d been at the match the other day, you would have seen when I got kicked in the balls. Now that hurt.”

“This isn’t the time for jokes,” Nix reprimanded, turning to Yejun to make sure he was calling for help. “How did you even know to find me here?”

“Grady came looking. Said he got to Yejun first, but just in case I should head over too. Glad I did.” He chucked his chin over his shoulder toward his best friend. “June can hold his own, but he’s got nothing on me.”

“Dad?” Beck stepped out of the library and frowned at his father. “What—” Then he spotted the rest of them. The books he’d been holding ended up on the stairs as he sprinted down them. “West?! What happened?!”

Nix almost ended up on his ass, Beck practically shoving him out of the way when he landed at West’s other side.

Beck eyed the blood pooling through Nix and West’s fingers and then looked back at his father. “Did you…Did you shoot him?!”

Hendrix shook his head and then retreated, the two bodyguards stumbling in their attempts to follow behind. No one tried to stop them as they ran off, too focused on West. It also didn’t matter, since students who’d witnessed the commotion had started filming as soon as Nix had been slapped.

Footage of Hendrix shooting one of the Demons would be making the rounds shortly if it wasn’t already.

Knowing there was solid evidence to ensure Hendrix couldn’t get away with this should have given Nix some sense of relief, but he was too concerned about West to let that feeling settle. He slipped an arm beneath West’s and helped get him to his feet, grimacing when the Demon elicited another pained sound.

“Careful,” Beck snapped, ignoring the shocked look Nix sent his way. “Let’s go to my car, it’s nearby. I can drive you to the hospital,” he said to West in a gentler tone.

West shook his head. “June already called an ambulance.”

“That’ll take too long!”

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