Another fucking fight. Over the same girl. I'm about to go goddamn mental here. “Well, I've changed my bloody mind,” Paxton growls, inches away from Ransom's face. The two of them look like they're about to go batshit on each other. “I don't want her here,” he snarls, pointing at Lilith. To her credit, the girl's curled on the couch in Copeland's arms looking like she doesn't give a shit about Paxton and his angry yelling.
