That made no sense at all.
Then it did, with a little help from the pain because healing waits for no mutant to get ready for it.
"Now that you've made a scene, how about you grow up a little?" Misha suggested, wiping his face with the back of his hand as he stalled for a few seconds to take in the situation. David was down, no clue how. Tessa looked... guilty. Dammit, he'd been suckered by a redhead. He'd liked her, too.
There was a crowd gathering to watch. People were taking pictures. This was going to end up on the news and in the papers. So much for anonymity anymore.
And a Creed had crawled out of the woodwork.
First things, first. David had to be gotten out of the way.
"You really want to do this here?" He smirked, showing bloodied teeth. "Because I can see your family didn't manage to get any smarter with the second generation."
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