Had he known it was coming, Vince probably could have dodged her punch. As it was, it struck him squarely in the jaw, leaving him with watering eyes of his own. “Fuck you! Fuck you for doing that! Fuck you for taking that risk! Fuck you for . . . FUCK YOU!” Camille was shaking, and her face was red, but for once, it had nothing to do with embarrassment. “You could have died, you idiot. If you’d passed out from pain or smoke inhalation, you could have burned to death under that branch. Did you even think of that? I can’t heal the dead, you goddamned pigheaded moron. We’d have been fine; we’d
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