“Punch me.” “Pardon?” “Did I stutter, love? Hit me. Show me you deserve to join me.” He’s not joking. I slip off the desk, clenching my fist. As I step in front of him, I’m torn with a mixture of excitement and nerves. But I want to prove myself. “In the time you’ve taken to contemplate the punch, I could have killed you already,” he mutters, completely unamused.
