“What’d you get?” “You knew—” Jericho snorted, cutting him off. “That you didn’t just suddenly decide you wanted to be the dominant one in this relationship? Yeah, I don’t need to be a psychic to figure that out. It was interesting watching you do what you do.” “Do what I do?” Atticus said, frowning. “Yeah, this is the first time I’ve seen your mirror bit in action. It’s impressive. So, what did you get?”
