Lex takes the knife first, kneeling on the pillow with a crooked grin. “I want you to know this is fucking disgusting, and I’m running a million tests on you tomorrow.” Still, he slices his palm, placing it over the blood-soaked fabric with a grimace. “To create is to reign.” Pace follows, licking his lips as he kneels. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” My laugh is half delirious. “Absolutely.” He doesn’t even flinch when he slices his palm,
