章 219: Threat

Quinlan tightens his grip around my throat for one moment before releasing me completely. I fall to my knees like a puppet whose strings have been cut and greedily gasp for air to fill my empty lungs while massaging my neck. It hurts…

Yet I'm still smiling? I enjoyed this exchange even though I got completely owned? 

How? Why? What's wrong with me?

My strange assailant reaches a hand out to me, and I reluctantly grab him to allow myself to be pulled up. "You have what it takes to be a good fighter, Lucille." He states, then adds with a mocking smirk, "however, you seem to like barking at the wrong tree just like your panty pooper hubby."

I can't help but laugh. "Hehehe! Yeah, maybe I really am stupid… But this exchange… It was so much fun! How am I supposed to go back to washing the dishes after this?!"