Oh, he’s going to kill him.
He’s going to make sure his death will be slow and painful.
After all of this is over, Liberty is going to make sure that Yael was meat thrown into a grinder.
But they would need to talk first. For real, this time. So as much as Liberty wanted nothing to do with this stupid angel and his f*****g audacity to drag him around like he was some kind of a pet dog, but to pluck his feathers to the roots one by one, he would have to endure his internal torture first.
“You see, sir angel, my time is but quite precious. I’ve no intention of wasting it over someone as tight-lipped as a jar of pickle as you.” Liberty spoke in his usually cocky, confident voice as he trailed the creature in front of him.
The moment Yael had his grand identity revealed and left Naom
