The only thing more entertaining than knowing things that Macmillan didn't was watching Macmillan getting annoyed at him, thinking he was still the clear victor. It proved that he held a power over Macmillan that even marrying Tatiana wouldn't rid of quickly, and for some reason he liked it. "You wouldn't have had the hole there in the first place if you hadn't tried to wipe the look off my face in the first place," he reminded him, pushing himself off the bed but not going very far. He went over to the door and grabbed his coat, taking great care to put it on so it covered the stains on his shirt—dirt, sweat, and a little bit of Macmillan's blood.

"Maybe I should," he fired back as he fastened the buttons, looking up every now and then to gauge Macmillan's expression. Finally he leaned against the door frame, one ankle crossed over the other and his arms crossed over his chest. "You do have a habit of not living up to our deals."

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