Covering the microphone and moving it away so I can speak only to the woman, I give her a misleadingly sweet smile. “I don’t blame you for lusting over them, but if you look at what belongs to me again, I’ll hex you to piss shards of glass for the rest of your rapidly shortening lifetime.” Her eyes widen and she retreats like her ass is on fire. So possessive, thanafluir, Silas chuckles through the bond. With threats like yours, who needs poetry? Crypt tacks on, squeezing my hand affectionately.
