“What about you?” Evert snaps. “What about me?” “Scratch. You can’t have a mate,” he says through clenched teeth. “Uh, he’s right here, so obviously I can.” “I don’t give a flying fuck about him. I care about you. I’ve been going crazy in here worrying about you. You’re supposed to stick with us. You landed on our island, remember?” “How could I forget when Not-First shot me down with an arrow?” “Never gonna let that go,” Ronak mutters under his breath.
