“Fuck it—” Lowering myself back down, I rolled out my shoulders, groaning in relief when my muscles clicked and popped back into place. “I’m going over there.” “Good,” he agreed. “About time.” My mouth fell open. “But you said I shouldn’t—” “Hey.” Gibsie held his hands up and grinned. “I’m the last person you should be taking advice from.” Shrugging, he added, “I’m following your lead, lad.”
