Fox laughs. It's a low, throaty sound that rises from deep in his chest. He's so pompous and I want nothing more than to wipe the smile off his face. Hell, I want to take the smile and cram it down his throat, push it past his belly, and down farther until it shoots from his ass. My body twitches with the need to attack.

His smile flips to a scowl. "You think you can take me, kid?"

I pull the knife from the table and slide it back in its sheath. "I'm counting on it," I say ...