"Wh-what the fuck did you just say right now?"
Celeste's voice came out in a strangled squeak, her brain practically short-circuiting.
There was no way in hell she'd heard that correctly.
He hadn't just said those words to her. To her. His sworn enemy.
Rae turned to her in the slowest, most theatrical motion imaginable, like he'd been waiting his entire life for this moment of pure disgrace.
His smile could have curdled fresh milk.
"I said, I want your wet, sweaty, stinky panties. Hand them over, and I'll spare you and your friends."
Gear exhaled like he'd just witnessed a sacred ritual of shamelessness, closing his eyes and tilting his face to the sky as if to savor the depravity on the breeze.
Celeste clutched her chest, genuinely staggering back a step as though he'd physically stabbed her with his vulgarity.
'He said it. He really said those words.'
She couldn't process it.
She'd seen her fair share of lunatics.
