Bruce
“Oh s**t. He's gonna…” Maximus muttered beside me just as Elijah had already begun pulling out the daggers, showing me the hilt from just underneath his jacket.
“Stop,” I said, placing a hand on his arm. “You know he's going to get under your skin,” I growled in his ear, causing the man to swiftly push the daggers back into their sheath and stand straight. His once angry face was now a mask of coldness.
The tattooed Spaniard eventually stepped off the train, barking out a laugh as he walked over to me and smacked me on the shoulder.
“It’s good to see you,” Miguel said with amusement twinkling in his eyes.
“Next time you rile him up like that, I'm not going to stop him from bringing out those daggers,” I said, shrugging off his hands and returning the smile.
“Oh, I know,” Mig
