“And when I’m done doing that,” I said, my voice a guttural scratch against my throat, full of frostbitten wrath, “I’m going to rip your hands off.” He stepped to the side just a few inches. “That’s not going to happen either.” I stalked toward him, the tips of my fingers stinging. “Then I’m going to beat you with your own fucking hands.” Reaver raised a brow, his lips moving silently as he repeated what I said. He chuckled. “That’s actually amusing to picture.”
Lmfao omg the antagonism
