Harley smirks and pushes my hair off of my shoulder, rubbing at the little patch of skin peeking out from my button-up shirt. I smile at him and then speak, fuck the consequences, “I get it. You needed to eat so you sold your soul and now you’re expendable, replaceable, nameless, and nothing. That’s what you made yourself when you became one of the Crow’s men. I could have done the same with the Jackal a lifetime ago, but instead I crawled my way out of hell. So shut your fucking mouth and get ready to be beaten down, because Ash Beaumont is going to own your fucking ass.”
