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All of his officers have cuffs on them now. All except one. The patrolmen seem to be ignoring Teagan, stepping around her as if she isn't there at all. Rodeo's brow furrows, and just as his focus narrows fully on the Queen of Spades, he sees one of the privates approaching her too.
"No," the commander says, holding up a hand to his man. "Not that one. She walks, that's her deal with the Mayor."
"What?" Rodeo hisses, no longer resisting against the men holding his restrained arms as his eyes flash to the commander. The man turns his gaze on Rodeo, and he gives a cool chuckle at the look of shock on the Dog King's face.
"Sorry, Hawkins. Your bitch works for us," the commander drawls with a smile. Rodeo stares at him for several long, silent beats, turning over again and again those words as if he can somehow figure out how he's misheard them. But he hasn't. It's Teagan. Teagan is the rat.
The pain is worse than the knife that pierced his back last year, the knife that found him because of her. That slick blade can't compare to the anguish piercing him now, the feeling of betrayal that rips savagely into his chest and tears out his heart. It may be hurt more profound than any he's ever felt in his whole rotten life, maybe only eclipsed by Adelaide's abandonment of him in Huntsville. But this is sharper, crueler, more purposefully sadistic than any torment he's ever known. The agony and rage he feels are a punch of adrenaline in his chest, and he forces back against the men holding him, trying to lunge out of their grips towards Teagan. His eyes are wild with a fury more vehement than any they've ever seen.
"You?" he howls, his voice tearing from his throat, raw and raging. "It was you? No, T-- How could you?" He grits his teeth, twisting to glare at the patrolman yanking him back before he can strain any closer to her. "Fuckin'-- fuck offa me," he snarls, before his eyes cut back to Teagan. "How could you? How could you?"