“For fuck’s sake,” he hissed to her, her wrist still in his viselike grip. “What in the Mother do you think I’m going to do to you?” “Well, you did just threaten to kill me not even an hour ago!” Deya hissed back. “So, who knows what you may do to me? For all I know, all that bleach you put in your hair may have addled your brains.”
