DARIUS POV
"What are you doing, Darius?" Lucian asked as soon as we entered my office.
"Hmm?" I murmured, pouring a drink. Sipping slowly, I watched Lucian's clenched jaw and fist. I relished his agitation.
"What was that about?" he asked through clenched teeth. "A game? That is not a game, you stupid bastard. That is just stupid. You underestimated her once before and you're clearly doing it again. Kill her or don't, but just be done with her."
"No," was all I said, and Lucian snapped.
He walked to me, snatched my drink, hurling it against the wall. Liquor and shattered glass cascaded down.
"You just wasted good liquor," I said.
Lucian's chest was rising hard. Oh, he was pissed.
"Did you see how she got a rise from you down there?" he asked, his voice trembling with barely con
