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“I am telling you exactly what happened.”
I slowly shake my head.
“Mostly what happened.” My eyebrow lifts. “Some of it definitely happened.”
There it fucking is.
Sentinel grins and carries on anyway. “Then Ruckus starts yelling that Maul owes him an eyebrow. Maul tells him he’s lucky he still has two balls, and somehow this ends with Ruckus threatening to make him sleep in the woods.”
I stop him with one hand.
Make MAUL sleep in the woods?
“His exact words.”
I pull my phone back out and type…
Ruckus doesn’t own the woods.
“Apparently he does now.”
I type again…
And how exactly is he making Maul do anything?
Sentinel thinks about that. “Magic?” I stare at him. “Irish determination?”
My shoulders are shaking again.
“Fine, I may have embellished that part.” I hold my fingers an inch apart. “Fuck you. It was a good story.”
I’m still silently laughing when I shove my phone back into my pocket, and it takes me a second to realize my hands have stopped flexing. My shoulders aren’t locked up around my ears anymore either.
Sentinel glances at me from the corner of his eye.
He saw it. The prick probably started this whole ridiculous fucking story because he knew exactly what he was doing.
I bump my shoulder into his hard enough to knock him sideways.
He bumps me straight back. “Anytime, asshole.”
Yeah.
That’s how it’s always been with us.
We can talk about Heaven, Hell, the Council, and Malgrave. Whatever the fuck we created in that clearing and whatever consequences are coming for us because of it.
Then Sentinel will tell me Ruckus lost an eyebrow and somehow the world gets a little easier to deal with.
“You hungry?” he asks eventually, and I lift an eyebrow. “Right. Stupid question. You’re always hungry.”
I shove my shoulder into his again.
He laughs and pushes off the bench. “Come on. If we’re going to accidentally piss off Heaven and Hell, we probably shouldn’t do it on an empty stomach.”
I stand and follow him toward the door, but he stops with his hand on the frame and looks back at me. “Carnage.”
I wait.
