I didn't know how I'd feel when I saw Inferno again. Standing in the barn, looking at the three of them racked with ropes attached to the ceiling and floor, now I know.
Rage.
That's what I feel. Complete and total rage. Dropping Finn's hand, I walk slowly toward Inferno until I'm standing right in front of him. He lifts his head, looking at me, one eye open wide, the other swollen, with the whole side of his face bruised. We stare at each other for what feels like forever, but I know it's less than a minute or two. There's a charged silence in the barn. I know Finn is somewhere behind me, my brothers and Ironhide, too, and the Mercs just waiting for me to ask for their assistance.
"You know," I say softly, "I remember being tied up just like this. With you standing in front of m
