"Y'all remember that scene from Game of Thrones? You know where The Mountain crushes that dude's head with his bare hands? Why we gotta do a real-life reenactment?"
The roar of laughter that goes up makes me smile. Pulling my shirt off, I finally head to the middle of the area to stand in front of Renegade. "I'm nowhere near as big as The Mountain. The Hound, maybe. But I'm definitely prettier."
My chuckle is cut short as he lunges forward, and I barely sidestep out of his reach. Bouncing on the balls of my feet, I bring my hands up to protect my head as he turns to face me again. "I mean, I don't know if I'd say prettier . . ."
"Oh, you got jokes?" he says with a smirk. "If you want to stay here, maybe I'll go keep that pretty little wife of yours company. Maybe she'll actually
