“And you’re heading to the old hag category faster than an express train.” Searing pain explodes in my leg when Levi kicks me under the table. “No talking to my wife that way unless you want your head hanging on her art studio’s entrance.” “Glad to see you’re still a crazy motherfucker, Captain. Let’s hope the spawns don’t inherit that.” Levi shares a look with his wife. “Did this cunt just call our children spawns, Princess?” “He’s jealous.” She glides her fingers through his hair.
