She had no clue how she’d turned it on, and mastering social etiquette didn’t compute. HE’S DEAD AND IT’S MESSY. SECURE IT. He replied instantly: I’M BUSY. YOU SECURE IT. OR DON’T. IT WON’T MATTER FOR LONG ANYWAY. I HAVE THE STONES AND CHRISTIAN. GET YOUR ASS TO CHESTER’S. She snorted as she stepped from the room and closed the door. He was right. It did feel like being shouted at.
