I could shoot him, but not talk him down. Not all, but most. None of them was powerful enough, or old enough to be able to fly home. Primo grabbed him by the shoulder and peeled him off like he was nothing.
Anita, are you alright? Micah asked, and got off the couch to move up beside Nathaniel. Call me a wussy when you're standing this close to him. I could have drawn badge and gun and stopped it, if I was willing to arrest, or kill Primo, but I didn't know how to tone it down. It was as if some invisible spark were being blown out inside him.
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