“As long as you like it from a distance,” Remo warned. I whirled around. Standing in the open door, Remo took in the mess on the floor and on his brother. “What the fuck happened here?” Savio grimaced at his shirt then scowled at me. “That bitch tried to boil me alive.” I straightened, trying to hide my fear of what my punishment would be for the attack, but then Remo laughed, a low rumble that raised goose bumps on my skin. “I’m glad you find it funny,” Savio muttered.
