“Let go of him,” Landis says, struggling to keep his voice even. He can’t look directly at Mal - he trains his eyes on Abbie’s face instead, feeling rage start to boil in the pit of his stomach where there was only fear before. His grip around the utility knife tightens, his knuckles turning white.
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“Let go of him,” Landis says, struggling to keep his voice even. He can’t look directly at Mal - he trains his eyes on Abbie’s face instead, feeling rage start to boil in the pit of his stomach where there was only fear before. His grip around the utility knife tightens, his knuckles turning white.