"For standing up for myself???"
"You can't just say sh.it to anyone you want in this world, Sorsh," he said gently.
"Pretty sure I just fu.cking did."
"And lucky for you, you had the three of us at your back and that man's president stepping in," he replied.
"Do you honestly think I couldn't take him?" I asked, a bit shocked that he really thought that.
"You don't carry a gun, and I don't wanna risk finding out if your knives are faster."
I stared at him for a moment. I wanted to scream in his face. I wanted to tell him that I'm trained. But honestly, I don't think it'll matter. Cutter knows that I know how to fight. It just seems that he still underestimates me. Instead of calling him out on that, I'm going to take a page out of Sabel's book and just keep my mouth shut. He'll find
