“Say the word, Starfighter. I’ll turn those bitches into people leather.” A shudder rolls down to my toes, but I hide it with a swat. “We’re at the police station.” Hunter, Atlas, and Orion give co-signing shrugs. Jett nods. “Leather-bound book.” “Bro.” Finn fist-bumps him, beaming. When the hell did they become best murder buddies?
