“I thought you might be injured.”
He looked at me. “We’ve met, you and I?”
I deliberately took a big step back.
“What?” he growled.
“I’m making room for your ego.”
“Fine. I should’ve left a note!”
“Answer me this, did you hesitate at all or did you see the seventy foot tall ****, went “Wheee!” and ran toward it with your sword?”
“She ran toward it,” Juke quipped.
“He was biting people in a half!” I growled.
“I rest my case,” Curran said. “A note wouldn’t have made any difference.”
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