Mist
I heard Jace’s voice, and Falcon looked me up and down.
“Your wife’s pretty,” he said to me with a sneer, and I smiled.
“Thanks, though not as pretty as you,” I said, and I saw the anger reflected in his eyes. Kai, one; Falcon, zero. He glared at me, and I grinned again. ‘Come get me, you homophobic prick,’ I thought to myself.
“Tap out on three, no shifting, no weapons, no shirts,” Luke said, as he stood between me and Falcon.
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