“What now?” I taunted, raising a hand coated in bubbles and blowing them straight at him. Darius looked about ready to commit murder and I bit my lip. Violence looked so fucking good on him. “Out!” he barked, the word not for me but for the others. “Unless any of you wants a visual demonstration of who owns my wife’s body because it’s clear to me that she needs a fucking reminder.” My smile widened and Darcy wrinkled her nose.
