I didn’t like the look of wounds on his body that I hadn’t put there myself. It was like another man marking what was mine. That couldn’t stand. Hmmm. With my anger renewed, I took my arm away, satisfied that the wounds were already starting to close on his chest. I turned my attention back to Asrael. “I’m gonna fucking kill this asshole. Anyone touches you again, they die. Do you understand? Anyone.”
