Jonathan stepped back surprised, a contest with Faith as the reward? He could see the taunting in Credent’s dark eyes as he hissed, “We’ll see who she chooses first, gangel.”
Jonathan lunged towards Credent but Grace stepped in the way.
“Aw, come on Gracey, let the newby try,” said Credent, pulling his fingers forward in a come-hither gesture. “I promise not to break all of his bones, only a couple of them.”
Grace held her hand against Jonathan’s chest restraining him, “Jonathan, cut it out! If you attack him first, he has the right to fight back. And he doesn’t play nice.”