“He can’t answer with his mouth taped, Roan.” I purposefully lace my tone with condescension. Roan’s jaw ticks, and his lips flatten into a tense line. I hope he understands what I’m doing. “Tonto, remove the tape!” My voice cracks with a hint of hysteria. That’s what makes Roan give me a sly wink. He gets it now. I want Goyle to know that I’m the one calling the shots. I’m the one he should fear.
