Brinda scoffed. "Lack the cojones?!" she growled, riled up. "Bigger ones than you, Gante," she said, all wicked grin.
Garrod stared at her, one eye narrowed beneath cocked brow. Slid its gaze onto the seasoned mass of salt. "We'll make sure we are the ones that do the killing, Gante," Angled...