“Bad pets don’t get rewarded.” Fury cooled all of the desire in her gaze. “You’ll get what’s coming to you, D’yavol. And when you do, I’ll smile when they cover you with dirt.” Fuck. That was kind of hot. And annoying. I gripped her face. “If I go down, I’ll take you with me. Your Mikhailov blood will keep me cool in hell.”
