brutally kill him, Max, I don’t want you see what I’m—” “I’m not leaving. Give me your knife…” The fierce gaze in her eyes tells me even if I tried to argue, I’d be losing. “He hurt me… he… he hurt you. I want him to suffer by my hands too, Draven. I told you…” her fingers draw a line up toward my shoulder where I am bleeding, “I once had a guy’s dick in my hand from a motorbiking accident, and—” I lean in and silence her, my lips pressing against hers in a brief, fleeting kiss. “Okay, I get it,” I breathe against her.
