I’m going to fucking kill him. I’m going to rip his tiny balls out and shove them down his throat. I’m going to— “Kain? Are you okay?” I peer down at my flower, my muscles unwinding as I take in her terrified expression. No. I can’t risk starting a fight with him now. She’d be in danger. “I’m fine,” I tell her, pressing a delicate kiss to her forehead. Fucker is lucky she came along with me tonight.
