“Hey, trouble?” Rowin murmured. “What?” she hissed as she righted herself and continued to back away from Grave. “Could you step a little to the left for me?” She did as he asked and, in two blinks, Rowin cleared the table. He landed in front of Grave and rammed a fist into his brother’s jaw, making Grave’s head snap to the side with a grunt.
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