"You always get on my nerves, Amery," he grunted as he felt the blade slip from his fingers. He frowned, irritated when he felt the blade nick through his gloves.
Damn, why did he keep those so sharp. Grayson rounded back so that he could be out of Amery's kicking range for the moment and glared at him. "You've always had very poor judgement."
Which had led to his sister's prolonged pain, and he was periodically reminded of that fact. Today had just happened to be one of those days.
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