“THAT DOESN’T make sense!” Thankfully, Flint being Flint still had her ability to talk, because ever since the thing came out of the big guy’s mouth, I had been busy trying to undo the knot in my tongue. Flint was a scary little thing when she got mad, and right now, she was really, really mad.
Especially because of the heavy accusation that the man just casually threw at one of us. She knew the risk of being exposed to such allegations. We were out there, and we could see the damage that—whoever it was outside—had created. It was terrifying to hear the explosion and see the attack, even when we were relatively far from the actual scene. And for him to say that we might aid this horrendous event was shocking.
Flint went up to the guy, and I was not fast enough to hold her back. She was
