"Put the pipe down, kid," Dante said, his voice deep, quiet, and devoid of its usual lethal edge. "If I wanted to hurt her, you wouldn't have time to swing it."
"Marcus, please," Olivia said, gently placing her hand on the boy's shoulder. "Put it down. I know him."
"He's the guy from the tower," Marcus whispered, not lowering the weapon. "The one you work for. The monster."
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