of weeks. “You know, that whole slay-them-in-darkness thing was badass”—Ridoc lifts his finger—“but I totally had him.” “You didn’t.” Xaden strokes his thumb over mine, and Garrick’s shoulders shake with a quiet laugh as we descend the final flight of steps to the main entrance. “I was about to have him,” Ridoc argues, shaking that finger. “You weren’t,” Xaden assures him. “How could you possibly know that?” Ridoc drops his hand.
lmao
