Cobra’s eyes flickered to slit pupils, and he hissed, “Until then, we’re stuck with the perverted ferret.” Xerxes pulled out his knives and made a show of sharpening them, and Ascher cracked his knuckles. Warren gently sat Jinx down in a chair, then leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. His posture was relaxed, like he didn’t care that most people in the room wanted to kill him. Oh, to be a delusional teenager. Must be nice.
