[ The ground had disappeared under her feet without warning, and that iron grip around her waist hadn't let up as she struggled — doesn't he know she needs to get back there? — but the second March shoves her into the cabin and she takes a step to balance herself, the hip that had taken a kick from Logan's weirdly heavy foot and the knee she'd wrenched falling over Jason's prone form both give out at the same time and she collapses onto her ass on the floor.
Which also hurts, if she's being honest, but she's still too livid to care. ]
Poker game gone bad. That dude, Logan, he's drunk as hell.
[ — is what she grits out as she pushes herself back up to her feet, her leg and arm two long yells of pain. ]
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Which also hurts, if she's being honest, but she's still too livid to care. ]
Poker game gone bad. That dude, Logan, he's drunk as hell.
[ — is what she grits out as she pushes herself back up to her feet, her leg and arm two long yells of pain. ]
Get out of my way, Holland.