The Primal then turned to Tavius. “You.” Ice fell from the word. He looked down, his blood-smeared lips curling into a smirk. The breeches along the inside of Tavius’s leg had darkened. “So afraid you pissed yourself. Do you regret your actions?” Tavius said nothing. I didn’t think he could. All he could do was nod jerkily. “You should’ve thought about that before you picked up that whip,” the Primal growled. “And touched what is mine.”
I am GIDDY
