“Do you want me to go and slay your family so you don’t have to see them tonight?” he offers, sincerity in the tension of his jaw, and I laugh. “Please. That would at least take one thing off my plate.” He stands tall as if to head for the door, but I grab his arm, holding his wrist and turning to face him. “I’m joking. For now, at least. I feel like there’s enough blood on our hands for a few days, don’t you think?” “For you, I’d take more.”
Here boy DAMN ✋( ) ✋
