Cyrus POV.
“Cut the s**t Cyrus, I know that she’s your beloved,”
Aww! Here it goes.
Speck the inspector gadget just don’t know how to keep here nose from out of places where it doesn’t belong.
“You know,” my monster growls. “You really shouldn’t have said that.”
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“Say what,” questions Speck the peck. She’s has officially plucked my last nerve. “The truth,” she continues to test. “That’s your problem! Matter of fact, that is all of you Kings problem. All of you are too afraid to admit the truth.”
That did it! Within a second, my monster grabs Speck by her small and fragile little neck, slamming her into the wall without a little more force than necessary. My claws are digging into her skin as a warning. It would only take less than a second to end her life if I really wanted to.
