“I was gonna see if you needed help, but it’s clear you don’t.” My head snaps up, and I see Étienne leaning against the open doorway. His hands are tucked into his pockets. He looks like a man of leisure, but his eyes are narrowed on Johnathan and his body is rigid. He looks seconds away from pouncing on Johnathan and beating the shit out of him. “How long have you been there?” “Long enough to watch you deliver a blow that, as a man, made me cringe.”
