“You! We broke our backs cleaning this place! What’s wrong with you? What happened to, ‘our abilities are sacred gifts to be used for righteous purposes,’ or whatever the hell it was you said?” “Him? Righteous purposes?” Renfis stifled a cough that sounded a lot like laughter. “The male standing before you isn’t shy about using his gifts to complete mundane tasks.” I glowered at Kingfisher. “You monster.”
