â This was really the wrong day to try & pull this shit ! â
âWell, there really hasnât been a good day since I got here.â
âYou think this is a joke?â Snow snarled at him, looking like she was nearly ready to rip that bored look off his face with her bare hands.
 âPeople could die! Innocent people, and you canât even pretend to give a damn.â
âIâm sorry, was there a time before when I did give a damn?â He asked hotly, glaring daggers back at her. She was an annoyance, an obstacle that seemed to find pleasure worming its way into his life. Needless to say, he was getting rather tired of her presence.
âine. But despite what youâre accusing me of I havenât hurt a fly. What will you do, have your husband arrest me for looking ď˝hreatening?â













