Rusarius. I’ll be more careful in the future.” “Where’s Ren?” Everlayne demanded. Kingfisher’s expression hardened. “I assume he’s still scrubbing his balls,” he said dryly. “If you’re trying to shock me by mentioning random parts of male anatomy, then you’re out of luck,” the blond-haired female snapped. “I’ve seen Ren’s balls. I’ve seen yours, too. I’ve seen everything,” she said, pointedly glowering at Kingfisher’s crotch, “so I know exactly where to aim my knee if you continue to test me. You don’t seem to appreciate the level of danger you’re in right now, Fisher.”
