The laughter ended soon after the source of amusement was gone. Misha wiped his eyes and shook his head. It wasn't a damned bit funny, but he couldn't stop the reaction.
Creed was insane and on a tight leash. Bad combination. If Misha could get Creed's attention all on himself, if the guy really wanted a piece of him that much, he'd push and push and push until killing Misha was all Creed could think about. Leaving David some space until help arrived.
He looked at Tessa's unconscious form in the cell across from him. He could've told Creed it was a bad idea to really piss off a redhead.
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