"Please," he retorted, groaning as he felt his back connect with the wall, "I've gotten this family into deeper trouble? Exactly what have I done to achieve that, then?"
He rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the sharp pressure against his chest, gaze sliding instead to the cut on Amery's collarbone. At least he hadn't moved to slash out at him again. Besides, Amery was in no danger of bleeding to death ... so it wasn't as if he was completely out of control, right? Right.
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