"I said more even," he corrected. Stupid woman, twisting his words to suit her.
He snorted. "I don't need anyone's assistance," he told her. "And when I have, there are other ways to find it. Reputation has nothing to do with it." Maybe for her, since she was a female. He had never had a problem making anyone fear him.
"I am not following you," Mikhail retorted. "I am following the blood trail. And it was your interference that made me miss. I had a clear head shot. Which would have killed it and neither of us would be having to track it."