“The race is tomorrow,” Emmett said, his voice low. He met Jack’s bitter gaze and refused to look at Monty. That man no longer meant anything to him. “We’re still after Lin Ji, aren’t we?”
“Emmett.” The knife eased up slightly, but Jack didn’t loosen his grip on Monty’s neck.
“Jack, please.” Emmett pushed away from the wall and squatted by the head of his bedroll. Slowly, he pulled the blankets toward him, tugging to get them out from under Monty’s legs. “It’s late, and honestly? There’s nothing we can do right now. Let’s just get some sleep. Tomorrow we’ll bring down Lin. We don’t even have to split the bounties any more. It’s just money, I don’t care. But we get Lin, and we’ll never have to see this jerk again, okay?”
Monty gasped. “Emmett, please.”