“Don’t look at me like that, mortal. I’ve made my feelings towards you very clear. I want to watch you suffer, hear you beg, and feel you take your final breath with my hand around your throat. That is not a lie.” I do the only thing acceptable at my height—I knee him between the legs, satisfied when he drops down to my feet in agonizing pain. I should be scared, running, begging for my life, but I hum in contentment as I sit back down on my bed, reading the list once more as he tries not to burn down the castle with fury. “As soon as you stop crying, get the fuck out of my room.”
