Kai POV
I swear, every time that savage walks in, it feels like someone just tossed a fucking hand grenade into my perfectly controlled world. And yet, I crave it. The chaos. The fight. The way she bites back when no one else dares. Hell, I don't even know why I bother pretending anymore.
So when she stormed into the courtyard, covered in blood like some war goddess, clutching two decapitated heads by their greasy hair, my goddamn heart skipped a beat.
"Ah, Rain," I said, clapping my hands, a crooked grin spreading across my face. "You brought me a gift. I'm so fucking proud of you."
Without a word, she flung the severed heads at my feet. Thick, hot blood splattered across my designer shoes—fuck. These weren't just any shoes; these were handcrafted, custom, imported straight from the human territories. Cost me a goddamn fortune.
"What the fuck, Rain?" I snarled, glaring down at the mess.
