“You’re acting like you can fix that.” He pointed at her. “All you’re going to do is get yourself killed. And then I’ll have to deal with her”—he pointed in her direction again, and so help me gods, I was about to break that finger—“afterward.” Taking a deep breath, I stepped back. “Fine.” Reaver sighed. “Thank the gods—” Spinning, I kicked him in the chin. “Fucker.”
