“I can hear you overthinking, Lyubimi. Stop that.” “Or what?” Danya gently grabbed Ilya’s chin, tilting his head up so their eyes met. “There’s that bratty mouth of yours again.” Ilya huffed at him. “You didn’t answer my question.” “Or I’ll rearrange the dishes in the cabinets.” Revulsion wracked his body, nostrils flaring as he inhaled a deep breath. A deep scowl carved itself into his face and he glared at Danya with everything he could muster. He was particular about everything in his life, Danya knew this. The meltdown this would bring on would be of legendary status.
