Broken Antler Fen Would you rather be a king in hell, or a stooge in heaven?

He'd barely gotten the call out before the woman moved. Reyes' voice cracked lightly, and he swallowed the tension as he looked down at her. She glared back, going off about how crazy he was, or something. Pretty normal stuff when it came to Reyes.

Any guilt he felt quickly evaporated. He'd done his due diligence — help was probably on the way. Besides, it wasn't like he'd done it on purpose. That's the usual excuse, way to go.

Wrong with me? You're the one that came waltzing over while I was busy cleaning. Not my fault you didn't duck in time. He bristled and moved away from her a step or two, but did not totally abandon her. She could've been concussed.

I'm pissed off, okay? I needed to keep busy. That garbage there, he motioned to the antler was in my way and I needed it gone. You were in the wrong place, wrong time. Get over it. Nice.