“You messed up, inmate,” he murmurs, his breath hitting my face. It’s minty, which confuses me. “And now it’s time to correct you.” “Correct me?” I scoff. “What does that mean? What are you going to do, beat me?” “Mm-mm,” he shakes his head slowly, eyes dropping to my lips. “On your knees, 101. We’re gonna put that irresistible mouth of yours to work.”
