I throw my hands up in the air before he can answer.
“Right, stupid question. I already know the answer to that.”
“Hey, now,” Xander butts in. “Don’t be like that.”
“Are you serious right now?” I hiss.
“Why are you acting like this is my fault?” he asks with complete seriousness. “You’re the one whogot us into this mess.”
His words hit me like a punch in the gut.
Anger courses through me, taking my better judgement hostage for a moment.
Before I can stop myself, my hand balls into a fist—and I slug him right in the gut.
Hard enough to make an impact, not so hard that there’ll be any internal bleeding.
He still keels forward like a Grade-A p***y.
“Keep your goddamn voice down!” I spit, panicked, as Evie stirs in her sleep.
He’s coughing where he landed on the floor. “You just pun
