“What you said,” Citrus said, staring at the witch surrounded by the living dead. He scowled at their meeting ground; of course, it had to be a cemetery in the middle of nowhere. Because why would the evil villain decide to meet him somewhere nice, preferably warmer? “I’ll help you on two conditions.”
They smiled, their green eyes lighting up. “I knew you would come around, Citrus. And do tell me, what are your conditions?
“Maddox and Winter-” he began.
“Oh, you want to kill them with your own hands explicitly?” they interrupted with a nasty smirk on their attractive face.
Citrus felt the blood drain from his face as he imagined either of the men’s lifeless bodies. “No! What the hell is wrong with you?!” he hissed. “I want no harm to come to either of them.”
They scrunched their face
