Disarmed (Fence #2)

by Sarah Rees Brennan

Seiji, plainly unable to deal with this situation, looked around for his security idiot,

“Since you don’t speak French”—Seiji cleared his throat—“you should stay beside me.” “Yeah, I will.” Seiji hesitated. “Promise you’ll do that.” “Sure,” said Nicholas. “I promise.”

If we get really mad, we can punch each other. It’s whatever.