"That's enough," War barked out. "I don't like your fu.cking attitude. Get out until you can pull the stick out of your a.ss. And I don't want to hear another fu.cking word about anyone threatening Sabel. Got it?"
"Yeah, I got it," Cutter muttered as he got up and walked out.
"The hell is his problem anyway?" Feral asked.
"Something happened with Sorsha while they were gone," I said. "She told me."
"She did? What happened?" Gnarly asked excitedly.
"That's their business, you goon."
"But-"
"All of you, out. Now," War ordered. "I need to talk to Sabel alone."
"Sure, sure," Whip teased as they stood up.
War waited until they were gone, and the door was shut before he let me go. He plopped down onto his chair and blew out a long breath. I maneuvered around until I was sitting in front
