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.”
