Thea and Diesel within Alpha Prison.
Diesel didn’t say anything. He just looked at me. He looked at me like I was a walking, talking dog that he couldn’t figure out what to do with. He kept the blade near my throat, but for a split second I forgot it was there. “You’re unbelievable! The others were right, you’re ... you’re just some looney with anger issues.”
“Oh! I’m just some looney, am I?” Diesel inched closer as the prick of the blade pressed into my voice box.