Chapter 82

“What happened to goodwill gestures?”

“You punched me first. That doesn’t count as a goodwill gesture in my book.”

“Because I knew you’d try something. I don’t want to hurt them, Jesse, but I will if you don’t get over here so we can go back to where we belong.”

“You won’t hurt them.” Jesse had been practicing moving books in the library, but moving the couch took a great deal more energy. It rushed across the room, pinning Foster against the wall. “And threatening them won’t do you any favors.”

Foster flipped the sofa away like it was a toy, only narrowly missing Dominique. She squealed and curled into a ball to avoid it, but it succeeded in getting her closer to Foster now instead of Jesse.

“I can do this all day,” Foster said. “Do you even know how old I am, son? There’s a reason I was trusted with one of the weapons.”

“Oh. You mean the weapon I took from you?”

“Stole might be a better word.”