When he finally lets me go, I take a step back so I can see all my guys. But I watch as four faces go from ecstatic to furious. I blanch and take an involuntary step backwards away from them. “What…” Evert is suddenly in my face, his blue eyes flashing dangerously. “Who. The. Fuck. Did. This.” I blink. “Did what?” Then I register all the pain. My face. My arms. My stomach. My wing. “Oh. That.” “Yeah, fucking that.”
