“I can handle that,” Reaver offered. “No,” Poppy said. “I can—or one of us.” Reaver lowered the apple core. “I know how to…bob and weave.” The image of his large, winged ass doing that almost made me laugh. “I know you can.” She softened her voice. “But we could do it from a safe distance. You would have to get close—too close.” “Then can I burn those who control the spears?” Reaver asked. Poppy sighed. “Yes, you can burn them.”
Burn them all Reaver
