NICKOLAI'S POV
"Tomorrow we'll be using swords, brother, and remember the safe word," she teased with a faint smile, riling me even more. I grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her face to match mine.
"What are you up to?" I asked her, knowing so well that she was merely pissing me off on purpose.
"What? Let me go!" She complained while I let my grasp off her hands.
"That talk with my father; I didn't ask for any of that," I responded, holding a firm grudge against her.
"What does that mean?" She asked, feigning ignorance, and her words were painful for me.
"You talking with your father, lying that I was drunk; I didn't ask for any of that, so whatever goody-two-shoes act you intend on putting on, drop it; I don't like it; it doesn't suit the hypocrite you are," I ret
