DAMON

I felt my fingers dig into the hard surface of the device in my hand. My brows twitched with anger as Ethan locked eyes with me for a prolonged moment.

His honey-like orbs dancing with delight, Ethan wore a smirk on his face and Basiton made a certain noise with his mouth.

As the taller man shuffled his legs toward Ethan, he asked, "Do you know Pretty Boy?"

"Know him?" That voice... I hated it so much. The few times I heard its thickness which had some croaking effects each time he spoke, I always felt a rush of anger in my bones. Well, that was understandable. He always...