Damon tenses behind me, but I’m already closing the distance between Thomas and me, slamming my palm upward into his nose. I wince at the sickening crunch it makes, but I don’t back off. Beck rolls back on his heels. “Fucking nice.” He approaches me, twirling what looks to be a surgeon’s blade between his fingers before holding it out to me handle side first. “I hear he gave you some scars. I thought you might like to return the favor.” The metals cool to the touch and weighs more than I expected. “Um…thank you?”
god i hope beck has his own book
