"He won't kill you," I muttered, trying to make my mouth work. "He may chain you up in Will's bedroom for a while."

It was funny to me, but apparently not to Dia. She started to load her weapon.

Joel stood in the middle of the road about twenty-five yards away. His arms were folded across his chest. Apparently, he had gone to the fight prepared, because he was dressed in a tight black t shirt and black cargo pants. He even had black boots on. Joel looked commanding.

My brain felt hazy and I focused inanely on his clothes. I was jealous of his outfit and wiggled my naked...