He didn’t, and Len pressed the tool against his neck, HARD; hard enough to draw blood. And she could see the moment he realised she wasn’t fucking kidding around. His eyes widened, and his hand loosened around her neck.

“You won’t.”

“You threatened my patients. Damn right I will,” she snapped breathlessly. Never mind that he’d hit her; he’d threatened her damn patients. She had his immediate threat dealt with; he couldn’t do anything without her getting in a good jab to his throat. But he had men and women behind him with a hankering to defend him, only god knew why. “Tell your people to drop their goddamn weapons.”