I didn't have to look up to know that Zerbrowski's face wouldn't be friendly. Trusted, even as a small voice inside me whispered, stupid, stupid, stupid. Someone could get seriously injured, or worse. They were sitting on the couch.
I hit him as hard and fast as I could. I only had time to register that one was our guy, and the rest weren't. What couldn't he say in front of Micah and Nathaniel? And why?Out loud I said, Okay. He put his head down, and crawled backward, abasing himself.
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