"NO!" The word escapes me before I can stop it and I'm moving, running for Sage, Piers's grasping hands trying to hold me back. Andre dodges out of the way, his self-satisfied arrogance gone in a flood of shock as I leap at his boys. Kristophe squeaks in fright, releasing Sage, but Jean Marc won't back down. He leans around as I reach the two of them and slams his free fist into the bite on Sage's shoulder.

Sage screams, staggers to the side, ...