I’d planned on crushing that ego of his once I’d finished with him, but then he’d done the unthinkable and proven that his swagger was well-earned. More than well-earned. It made my blood boil just thinking about it. The man was a thief and a liar, and he loved himself far too much. I mean, who in their right mind wore this kind of finery? To a tavern full of savages who’d cut your throat and steal the dirty boots off your feet as soon as look at you? He was mad.
