Another grunt in the silence. He shot a look at the door. “Do you have trouble speaking? Too many blows to the head?” “I think you might refrain from giving him too many ideas about blows to the head, Duke,” Devil said. “He’s itching to have a go at you.” Ewan narrowed his gaze on Beast. “That didn’t go so well for you last time.” “You fucking bastard,” Beast said, coming off the doorjamb. “You nearly killed my wife; I won’t pull the punch this time.”
