Thane’s POV
“Dont. Freaking. Move.”
My warning is stern.
Just staring at my clenched jaws and fierce gaze, Orion remains fixed on his spot.
“Or?”
He dares me, trying to get me to act.
“First, I will blow your balls.”
Taking out my licensed gun to show him how serious I am, I wave it in his face.
“Next, I will make the whole world come for you.”
He blinks, not saying a word.
“Is anyone there?”
Someone asks from inside. His voice is equally as young as Orion’s. There is a short pause, and he asks again, needing clarity when he doesn't get any response.
I guess he is Andrew, the nasty friend. Had to do a brief check to know what I'm dealing with.
“If you want to drag him in your mess, remain here one more minute.”
Giving him an ultimatum, I wave the pistol, demanding that he step out.
“Thirty seconds more.”
I groan a warning, silent enough to keep his friend at bay, and loud enough to get him to comply.