I could vaguely remember someone waking me up so I could get to one of the guest rooms and crash down there until morning, when my sleepy head couldn't ignore the sounds of an argument that came from a floor below any longer. The voices were most familiar, and when my mind did the connection, I dressed up faster than in army and rushed down the stairs.
I burst into the lounge room just in time to see Avarice throw a punch at JJ's face. He caught it by her wrist before I had time to start fearing for his best feature, and gave her a reproachful look. For a moment, his eyes flickered to mine, but then he returned her attention back to Avarice.
"Again, you aren't thinking clearly. This," he tapped a finger at Avarice's fist, then let her go, "only supports it. This isn't a decision one should take in anger or fear, especially in someone else's stead."
