House Hydra: Ashton & Barclay & Open
Ashton stood to his full height in one fluid move, the cigarette left on the armrest of the couch and his hands clenching into fists, "You--" He began, anger churning in his eyes, quicksilver and volatile at the idea, the implication that if Barclay help him again, he'd owe the witch another favor. "Forget it."