I jumped to my feet, jogged down the stairs, and grabbed Omar by the shirtfront. "Did you swallow the feather, you stupid son-of-a-bitch?"

Shannon screamed and Husani tried to pull me off, but I stomped on his instep.

Someone calmly cleared their throat. Moran had appeared, sword in hand, looking pointedly between me and Omar.

"If I'd actually attacked him, he wouldn't be standing." I released Omar, smoothing out his clothing. He wasn't worth me turning to stone. ...