“I’m going to draw this out, and by the end, you’ll be begging me to slit your throat,” Kazimir purred as the patter of warm blood bounced off the carpet of leaves. “Wait!” I shouted. Kazimir spun toward me, icy rage simmering in his emerald eyes. “You want to show this bastard mercy?” he snapped. “No. I want a piece,” I growled, stalking forward. His grin was wild, and his eyes danced with sadistic amusement.
