“That girl doesn’t belong to anyone,” I growled. “Least of all some half rent gangster who thinks he shits gold when all he really is is a tiny little tadpole swimming upstream in a river filled with crocodiles.” “So you think you’re a crocodile?” Zane taunted, grinning at me like he thought he was a predator. “Something like that,” I replied darkly, my eyes shifting to reptilian slits for half a second before shifting back again just as quickly.
