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These were not her ways. Easy's lip curled in derision at the idea of men being disallowed from hurting their women, as if they had to be held back from doing so at any given moment. The rest, though — it was not her way, but it did not sound like evil.

Even so, something in her heart whispered quiet warning.

"Call for him, please. And Searchlight," she agreed in her barely-there voice, resigned to this. She'd been feeling more and more strongly that Stone Circle was where she was most needed, anyway. But, before Milan could move to do as Easy had asked, she stopped the younger woman.

"Your brother," she said, solemn now. She watched Milan's face for signs of disagreement. "I am going to kill him."

Milan needed to know this, she thought, before she made any further decisions.