“Jericho, I feel like my whole life has been pushing me toward this moment.” “That’s it. Fate’s a fickle whore. We’re not going. Take your clothes off and get back in my bed.” I laughed. “Come on, Barrons. When have you ever run from a fight?” “Never. And others paid for it. I won’t have the same happen to you.” “I don’t believe this,” I said with mock horror. “Jericho Barrons is vacillating. Will wonders never cease?” The rattle moved in his chest. “I’m not vacillating. I’m … ah, fuck.” Barrons doesn’t lie to himself. He was vacillating and he knew it.
