“Begging sounds nice.” Memnon stares at me for several beats until a slow smile spreads across his features. “Please, don’t hurt me. I have money.” He rattles his chains a little for effect.
I tuck my phone away, sparing a glance at Nero, who is busy trying—and failing—to catch a butterfly with his teeth. My familiar has forgotten for a moment that he’s supposed to be a proud, majestic creature.
“I will draw our enemies out and break them one by one,” he says, his eyes hypnotic. “I won’t stop until I make chalices from their skulls and coats from their skin.
Omg i love a revenge daddy
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