“If you get me lost in here, I swear—” Milo hummed. “What, you’ll stab me and then drag around my dead body and hope the witches find you instead?” They glared at him. “Not every hit is a kill hit. I could maim you.” “Maim, huh? What would you do, take off a pinky?” “I think I’d start with your fucking hand so I can finally get these damned cuffs off!” Milo turned away and headed into the forest before they could see his smile twitch. Something told him Xander wouldn’t take well to being riled up on purpose. But, oh, was it fun.
