“You’re quick on your feet, Lovett. Good for you. Shame your little girlfriend didn’t have your sense of self-preservation just now. She actually ran onto the blade.” I halt, the humid night air thick and suffocating in my lungs. “What did you say?” “Carina.” Fitz licks his lips. “Fucking busy body. I’ve never really given a shit about her, but…” He shrugs, spinning the knife over in his hand. “She interfered.
