“He’s Soph’s,” I amend. “Jay doesn’t seem super pleased about this.”
He nods. “And he’s Spence’s. They have history. So when shit gets messy, he’s gonna protect Soph, then he’ll protect Spence. Jay will protect Soph. Spence will protect Jay and Soph.” He pauses. “The point is, none of them are gonna be looking out for us.”
“We’ve always been a team. You and me. It’s okay. I prefer it this way.”
“You and me. When it all goes to shit, and I’m certain it will…” He pulls back to look into my eyes. “It will go to shit, Lib. We’re with Bishops and sharpshooters, this shitwillexplode, so remember who’s on your team, okay? I won’t fuck it up.”
I nod, and when the tension almost suffocates me, I take his hand and grin. “Spit shake?”
He gives a gentle smile. “Spit sha–”
His words cut off on a gurgle when I open his palm and spit straight into the center.
“Spit shake.” I close his fingers, and laugh when his lips curl back in disgust. “Don’t forget.”