“Ah, what the f**k?” That was Angelica. “Well, at least he hasn’t wolfed out on Micah, so that’s a plus.”
Jem snorted. “Please, he might have the holier than thou bullshit, but Alexander can’t hurt a fly. There’s no way he’d hurt Micah. At least, I f*****g hope not. Micah was my first friend here, and if I have to fight Alexander, I will. But know I will not win.”
Angelica was staring at him, an eyebrow raised. Alexander stared at her. “Then why fight him.”
“‘Cause he f*****g hurt Micah. And I will fight him.”
“And lose, apparently.”
“Can you keep your commentary to yourself?”
“No. Rosa isn’t here; my duty is to annoy and hit you.”
“You’re like nine weeks pregnant; that’s cheating. I can’t hit you. One smack, and I’m scared you’ll pop.”
“That’s a-”
“Both of you, shut it,” Warren s
