“I should have killed him slower.” “I’m fine.” I’m not. His focus snaps back to my eyes. “Never lie to me.” He says it with such ferocity, bit out through gritted teeth, that I can’t help but nod in promise. “It hurts,” I admit. “Let me see.” I open and shut my mouth twice. “Is that a request or a demand?” “Your pick as long as I get to see if that fucker broke your ribs.” His hands curl into fists.
