“Spare us the suspense and choose.” Damien rubs his hands together. “Here’s a hint. Me.” “I said, not you.” My gaze roams until it lands on Kirill. He pauses, probably thinking I will go on with my threat. “Not Kirill either, for reasons. He can’t handle me.” He fixes his glasses and flips me off discreetly. I ignore him and continue on.
