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come over to us, and now he had Evan in a chokehold as he dragged the blonde away from me. “Get away from her!”
    “Rafe!” I stared at my boyfriend in shock. Had everyone lost their mind s tonight?
    “What did you I tell you !” Rafe shouted in Evan’s face. “What did I say?”
    “All right, all right , man.” Evan squirmed, trying to fight his way out of Rafe’s death grip. Was it just me or was his face turning purple? “It was a joke—”
    Wrong thing to say. Rafe squeezed harder, his voice going dangerously low. “A joke? You think this is a joke ? Are you kidding me? Should I be laughing, Evan? Should I?”
    Evan didn’t respond, probably because he couldn’t . I raced over, throwing my hands over Rafe’s arm. “Stop it, Rafe! You’re going to kill him!” His face was dark, murderous, and I had to say his name two more times before he finally acknowledged me. “Let. Him. Go!”
    Rafe released Evan, and the blonde fell to his knees, wheezing. I expected Rafe to look stunned at what he had done, but instead, he continued glaring at Evan. Visions of Rafe hacking Matthew Davenport, the Silver Moon hunter-turned-demon, to pieces after he had attacked me suddenly filled my head. Rafe had been very scary at that moment when he saw I was in danger. I thought it had been a one-time deal, but now this… How could he attack Evan like that?
    What had happened to Rafe?

    Chapter Five
     
    Rafe loomed over Evan, still glowering. I situated myself between them, worried Rafe was about to kick Evan in the head or something. “What the hell was that?” I demanded.
    “He shouldn’t have done that,” Rafe said, his voice cold and flat.
    I blinked. I had never heard him sound like that before, and it was scary. Almost as scary as watching him try to choke Evan to death.
    “It’s not a game, what you can do, Gabi. I told Evan to keep quiet about it, and now he’s joking about it like it’s nothing.”
    “Okay, fine,” I said, “but who do you expect is going to hear him?” I gestured around us. “We’re the only morons standing outside in this blizzard, Rafe. Don’t you think you went just a tiny bit overboard just now? Y ou attacked Evan .”
    He shook his head stubbornly. “I was protecting you.”
    “From what ?” I stared at Rafe. “He’s drunk! He doesn’t even know what’s going on right now!”
    As if to prove my point, Evan let out a loud hiccup.
    “No, he knows exactly what he’s doing,” Rafe said. “And I’m not going to just stand here and let him hurt you!”
    Okay, Rafe had officially lost his mind. Hurt me? All Evan had done was shove his bleeding hand in my face (and narrowly missed burning my face off). Yes, that was disgusting, but I was fine. What had Rafe expected to happen to me?
    I curled my hands into fists. The other two times, when I had used my powers, Rafe and Evan had been on the brink of death. Rafe had been stabbed by Boneless, Evan by Davenport. I remembered sitting there, watching as they bled to death, feeling a painful sense of uselessness. And then—
    Nothing.
    Whatever happened next was lost to me. I woke up exhausted, my hair white, and the person who had been dying whole once more. More than that, they were brimming with life, unstoppable, untouchable. Completely opposite to how they had looked before I blacked out or went into my trance or whatever it was that I did. And that’s the thing. Evan wasn’t dying. He was bleeding, yes, but it was just a small cut on his hand. Maybe he needed some stitches, I didn’t know, I wasn’t a doctor. The point was, he was going to live.
    I didn’t need to heal him.
    Rafe had to realize this. He had to! So again, why the freak out? Protecting me? Was he kidding me? I shook my head. It was cold and my pants were wet and my feet were frozen and I was so damn annoyed a stupid demon had shown up during our date and now Rafe was acting batshit crazy—
    “You have to stop doing this,” I said quietly.
    Rafe