"He won't kill you," I muttered, trying to make my mouth work. "He may chain you up in Will's bedroom for a while."
It was funny to me, but apparently not to Dia. She started to load her weapon.
Joel stood in the middle of the road about twenty-five yards away. His arms were folded across his chest. Apparently, he had gone to the fight prepared, because he was dressed in a tight black t shirt and black cargo pants. He even had black boots on. Joel looked commanding.
My brain felt hazy and I focused inanely on his clothes. I was jealous of his outfit and wiggled my naked feet. Well, that's what I got for rushing in half c****d. I lost my shoe privileges.
"I want shoes," I told Dia.
Her eyes were huge and she stared at me mouth agape. "What the f**k, man?" she asked rhetorically.
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