Chris lifts his chin and sticks out his chest. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but I’m a—” “Dead man, if you don’t fuck off. Right. Now.” Chris glances at me for help, but he’s on my shit list at the moment. When I stare at him, shaking my head, he looks back at Kage. He takes a nice, long look, taking in the powerful shoulders, the clenched fists, the murderous scowl. Then he does the sensible thing.
