When the scythe sliced through the boulder, a muscle in Jesse's jaw spasmed, and the pistol immediately settled into aim directly on Grell. Finnian might be brand new to the crew, but he was a kid and you just didn't do that shit.

"Look, you heard the old man," he said, voice signficantly lower than before, but every word bit off hard. "If he had thrown that tiny bit of crystal just a few feet different, a good few of you would be fucking obliterated right now. That's why we're underestimating you. Because it would have been that goddamn easy."