"That'll be a short fuckin' fight," Ronan says with a smirk of his own. "I'd clock that kid in two seconds flat."

It's not even a boast, really. Just truth. Unles that shitstick was taking karate lessons or something in secret, there's no way he'd stand a chance against Ronan. And they both know it.

"I'm serious though," he continues, taking a sip of his beer this time. "He knows shit, Parrish. He knows what I am and I sure as fuck never told him. I don't give a shit if he hates Kavinsky -- anyone with half a fucking braincell hates Kavinsky -- I still don't trust him."