"Bastian! Bastian!"
The voice was faint and angry. I was unwilling to exert the energy for distance and unhappiness. Ignoring the cries, I closed my eyes with my fist around Jack's neck. The bastard had tried to make a move on my girls last night when he thought I was too drunk to recognize what he was doing, but I f*****g caught the philanderer. I'd kept close tabs on him since.
"Oh, for Christ's sake." The looming figure in my doorway looked vaguely familiar, but without any light or sobriety, it was hard to say who it might be.
If he were after Sylvie or Sera, I'd grab him by the balls until he begged for mercy, too.
"What the f**k are you doing? Do you realize the police have been trying to reach you all day? They have more questions for you."
Fuck the light. Goddamn it; I tos
