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kitchen. He was out the back door and racing toward his brother when he felt his heart collapse in his chest.
“Get off of me!” Sterling shouted as he fought the man who had him trapped on his back, on the ground. It was a sight that not only scared the hell out of Darcy, but something he never wanted to see in life again. The thought of anyone hurting Sterling had Darcy racing faster. No one was taking away the one person in his life that he cherished the most.
Darcy didn’t think.
He didn’t have time to think.
Putting on a burst of speed, he leapt, plowing hard right into the figure that held his brother down. They rolled, Darcy ending up on his back, blinking up at the night sky.
“I want him,” the man growled as he swiped at Darcy’s face with fingernails so long that Darcy was stunned momentarily. The fingernails almost looked like…claws. The thought quickly fled as he cried out when he felt his skin being torn open. His face felt as if a fire had been lit right under the surface. The burning was so close to Darcy’s eye that he feared the man had torn it out.
Raising his arms, Darcy tried his best to block the next attack. He wasn’t sure what was going on, or who the man was, but he knew he had to stop the man from attacking Sterling. He cursed when he saw Sterling jump up with a determined glint in his eyes right before he rammed his shoulder into the guy.
That gave Darcy some leeway. He rolled, shoving his knee right into the man’s groin. The attacker howled and then pushed Sterling away, coming straight for Darcy.
Oh, shit.
The man growled as he knocked Darcy on his ass, but Darcy wasn’t giving up. Sterling was his little brother and Darcy was determined to keep him safe. He would die to protect Sterling, even though a small part of him feared he would have to do just that. But Darcy had raised Sterling since he was two. Not only was he a big brother, but somewhat of a father figure.
There was no way the stranger was getting his hands on Sterling. His brother meant more to him than his own life.
When the guy’s arm came close enough, Darcy opened his mouth and bit into hard flesh. He locked his jaws, praying he took a big chunk of flesh with him. The man punched Darcy right in his damn jaw, knocking Darcy loose of his death grip and probably loosening a few teeth as well.
“You’ll pay for that,” the man grunted as he straddled Darcy’s hips, pressing one of his hands onto Darcy’s chest.
Fuck, he couldn’t breathe. The guy had unbelievable strength. It felt as if the man were pushing every single ounce of breath from Darcy’s body. It hurt. It was painful, but Darcy was not going to give up and allow this man to get his hands on Sterling.
“Go get help,” Darcy called out as he struggled to get the man off of his damn chest. The guy wasn’t light, and Darcy felt as though he were going to suffocate at any moment. He wasn’t even sure why the man had attacked Sterling, but Darcy would be damned if he allowed his younger brother to be hurt.
“Oh. My. Gods!” Sterling shouted as he jumped back, pointing frantically toward the house.“There is a bear heading our way!”
Darcy made the mistake of looking behind him. The man on his chest sliced his face again, the burning somehow worse this time. Darcy howled, slamming his fist into the guy’s chest. It was almost like a fly fighting a wall of steel. The punches didn’t seem to do a damn thing as the man swiped at Darcy’s face again.
But the fear that Darcy felt was a weight that was going to crush him. He was terrified that this man was going to kill him. Dread pounded through his bloodstream, and bile rose to the back of his throat. Please let someone come and help.
He would do whatever he had to in order to protect Sterling, but the fear of dying couldn’t be stopped as it pounded through his body, making him fight even harder to stay alive. None of this made sense, but Darcy didn’t have time to analyze a damn thing. He was