We’re bonded,” said Matheus.
Quin gaped at him. He raised his hands, then dropped them.
Around them, the former shadows paused, exchanging glances. They’d expected a slightly different reaction to their arrival, one that probably included more screaming and begging for mercy, and less ignoring and petty squabbling.
“I can’t even…what?” Quin asked. His fingers clenched, as though trying to strangle the empty air.
“Can we talk about this later?” Matheus asked, jerking his head at the nearest crossbow. “Hey!”
He slapped at Quin as he grabbed Matheus’ sweater, shaking him hard enough to rattle Matheus’ eyeballs out of their sockets. Matheus’ neck snapped back and forth, his muscles already starting to ache. He’d gotten into three-car-pile-ups that resulted in less whiplash.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Quin shouted. “You stupid, mouth-breathing―”