“Why?” he hissed, and I cut him a look that said ‘you know why’ to which he muttered beneath his breath something along the lines of me being a fucking psychopath and feeling sorry for Darius if that was how I treated his junk. “If you recall correctly, I offered you one chance not to fuck things up with her and promised castration if you hurt her,” I said casually. “So really you’re getting off lightly.” “By the stars, you’re a monster,” he growled. “Damn straight I am,” I agreed. “So, fix it and I won’t have to elevate your punishments.”
