Icarus’ gaze flicked to Brad’s vest then back to his face. I wondered if I was the only one who saw the slight change in his face, making it even harder. “Maybe not. But, you ever touch her again, and I won’t worry about a war starting. I’ve been waiting a while to take out the trash.”
Brad’s face paled slightly, but the smirk didn’t disappear. “I doubt [xx] would like to hear you talking like that. But, he’d welcome the war. I’ll let him know you’re eager for it to begin.”
I sense some trouble on the horizon. But, what exactly is going to happen? Hang around, and you might find out.