Greed wanted to take that duct tape she'd slapped on his arm and throw it over her mouth. All her excuses still circled around the fact that he wanted her inside and she didn't listen to him. If he didn't use a little magic on her what made him think she'd actually listen to him and do what he asked?
He was putting fresh tape around the gauze, pausing when she admitted to being anywhere near Times Square. "You what?" He didn't even look at her, but by the clench of his jaw he showed his anger. He hadn't exactly gone killing people. Why kill them when stunting them still got him the goods?
He dropped his hands from the now cleanly decorated wound, swallowing heavy. "Near like a few blocks down like the Disney Store street or Macy's?" He had been on the rooftop of Macy's when he'd shot down what he thought was a double hit. They guy had been loaded with jewelry. In his head he chanted for her to say anywhere else because, but his siblings would have been less humanitarian that night.