“When you weren’t in the clan?” Grayson answered her. “Your f*****g ass was in exile. I’m f*****g sure things were pretty normal without your presence.”
Why is he picking up a fight with her? Is she the moon goddess or something?
“Can you guys keep it down?” Grimm lazily requested, with his hands up in his baggy, light blue sweater.
“Let them fight and kill each other.” Slade suggested with a retort. “There will be less of us to deal with around here.”
“Tell me you are joking, Slade.” Rain teased him. “You can’t possibly mean that, do you?”
“Out of mind. Out of sight.” He scoffs.
“I can kick you into exile.” Layla got closer to Grayson. “Talk to me disrespectfully and see what happens next.”
“What are you gonna do about it?” He smirked. “Kiss my ass,” He urged. “Suck my dick.”
