“It is unwise to threaten me.” “Surprise, surprise. I’m not scared of you.” Even after hearing rumors of the Guardian, after listening to Banner’s story about his brother, I wasn’t scared. Why was that? I’d attempt to dissect why later. For now, I wanted that knife back. I growled, forcing myself up off the deck. Then I held out my hand, waiting as he stood. “I want to try again.” “At this point, I think Zavier was right. Either you’ll hurt yourself, or someone is going to kill you with your own blade.”
