Boyd feels it. The strike is so fast he can't tell whether or not it feels at all strange.

And slowly, he straightens, touching the corner of his mouth to see if his hand comes away bloody. It doesn't.

"Do that again, Daddy," Boyd says, smiling as he eases back a step, as he twists to circle so Bo's between him and the window, "and I swear to God I will put you down myself, before any gun thug comes between us. Word or lead, I will cast you out."