Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Ronald's eyes glinted with something unreadable, a shadow of a smile playing at his lips. He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose and turned to Xander. "You should probably be saying that to Yvonne, not me."

Yvonne?

Xander barely had time to picture her—always a whirlwind, probably already chasing after Skye-before he remembered she'd run off in a storm earlier. He'd tried calling her, but her phone had gone straight to voicemail. Probably dead, knowing her.

Ronald took a sip of his coffee, the mug steaming between his hands. "So, why'd you run?"

The question soured Xander's face; he couldn't hide it.

"I didn't run."

Run? He honestly wanted to hunt Shawn Schultz down and wring his neck right now. That idiot. Did he look like the type to bail at the first sign of trouble? And yet, Shawn had grabbed him and bolted like they were escaping a burning building.

But, to be fair, Shawn did know Yvonne pretty damn well.

Sure enough, the moment Yvonne came to, all hell broke loose at Ferrowland. Dan passed out at the hospital-twice, actually. Aira took a peanut to the head for her troubles...

Ronald raised an eyebrow. "Didn't run? Then how'd things end up like this?"

Xander sputtered. "!!"

gotten out of hand, to put

a single afternoon, Yvonne

God it was just

Ronald. "You knew yesterday,

what he did at

his coffee down,

"You old fox. You planned this, didn't

everything out the moment Yvonne started rounding

why hadn't he

If Yvonne's got it in her to settle the score who am I to step in? Doesn't matter if her methods are... less than diplomatic. Some

Ronald's eyes, Yvonne's

his heart skip a beat.

why'd

you,

have to say it? Xander was about to lose it. Shawn had really dragged his name through the

Ronald's eyebrow arched higher.

okay? He's the one who dragged

more he talked, the angrier he

up that morning and saw Yvonne next to him,

imagined being with that way. She'd always been one of the guys, practically his best bud since childhood,