Raven’s scowls, trying to read the thoughts in mine. “If we move,” she says. “He’ll start beating on the guy, no hesitation, no chance of another outcome. You move...” Her lips pull to one side. “My shadow moves with me.” She nods. “He hasn’t taken a single shot since you’ve been standing here talking to me.” Realization heats my stomach as if I’m the one shooting back eighty proof, grade A liquor. “Because he’s focused.” She smirks. “Drunk again or not, he can rein it in when he needs to. He wants to know what we’re talking about, and he knows it revolves around him. He’s watching you. He
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