I grabbed Ollie by his shirt and pulled him closer to me.  I whispered threateningly in his ear: "I'll kill you.  I'll kill you!  Do you understand it?"

"I will very gladly die by your hand.  I'm looking forward to it, Tate,” he growled back, brushing his face against mine as he pulled away.

June offered him her wrist.  "I'll settle for the standard."

Ollie signed her and returned the marker to the muscle man, who nodded in satisfaction.  "Okay, girls.  Do you want to stay here right now?" He nodded his chin in the direction behind the fence, where quite a few visitors were already standing and several of...