Jaxx’s Point Of View
I leaned in, lips curling at the corner of his ear, every word venom laced with mockery. “What are you going to do about it?”
That snapped him. His face flared red, fury twisting his features into something almost grotesque. His hands shook as his fists clenched at his sides, the vein in his neck pulsing so hard I thought it might burst.
“I will kill you!” he spat, his voice raw, ugly, more bark than bite.
I laughed. Dark. Cruel. The sound slashed through the night, echoing in the empty parking lot like a taunt from the devil himself. I leaned back just enough to meet his wide, furious eyes, and smirked deeper.
“You can try,” I said, my tone casual, conversational, as if we were discussing the weather. “Do your best, Graham. But make sure it hurts.” I tapped the a
