I asked. Goodfellow threw a statue of a mermaid and a horny dolphin at my head. The thing was the size of a basketball and shattered against the wall as I ducked. He then continued pushing Ishiah out the front door of his condo as he’d been doing since I gated us back. The statue had once sat on a table in the foyer. Convenient for tossing. I wondered if he planned it that way while having the place decorated. “But I stopped all the Bae from gating, and without that, they’re nothing like the Auphe to fight. Nik had the flamethrower, and I saw you taking them down, Goodfellow. You went through them like a Stephen King possessed-from-Hell lawn mower. I was impressed.” And a little jealous. “It was a downpour of blood wherever I looked. You couldn’t have been afraid—” This time it was a bronze bowl, small but deadly, and it bounced off my shoulder. “Ow, you shithead. What the hell?” I complained. “Absolutely not, Robin.
