“Listen, if that bitch murders me, it’s your guys’ fault,” Kenan declares. Killian groans. I look up at Killian. “Nope. No, fuck you.” He shoves past me and heads into the RV. “I tried.” I shrug at Kenan. His eyes turn to slits. “Tried what?” “To get him to agree to you coming with us in here.” He looks confused for a brief second. “You both had a conversation without having a conversation? Yeah, you’re both fucked. I’ll see you in eight hours!”
