“What are you trying to prove here, Baby Bee?” he drawled. “Just how far you can push the masters before they crack?” I smirked in return. “I’m not starting a war, you know that, but it seems I might be starting a revolution.” He leaned in closer, and I didn’t like how near his face was to the spikes. “War and revolution are often the same thing.” I shrugged. “Maybe, but I like the sound of a revolution better.”
