"When she stops stabbing me," Clay muttered, dividing his glare between Rook and Quinn. And Quinn had apparently decided he needed to be an asshole. Maybe what he really needed was for Clay to wipe the goddamn smirk off his face.
His train of thought was derailed by Payne, who'd taken advantage of the lull to rise up and tackle him around the knees, knocking him off balance. Clay lunged for Rook, making the quick decision to abandon any hope of staying on his feet in favor of bringing the other young blond down with him. Because, hell, it was Rook's fault in the first place for distracting him.