“There’s your goddamn receipt,” he snapped back, but I was too distracted by his face to really hear him. His eye was nearly swollen shut, and his lip was split. “What happened to your face?” “What do you mean what happened?” he seethed. At first, I didn’t understand why he was so angry with me. I didn’t punch him, but then he continued. “Zahariev Zareth happened. You could have warned me you were fucking him.”
