Chapter 41

With speed and precision of his own, Joseph reached up and slammed his hands together, snatching the knife out of thin air just as it sliced into his lower lip, damn near cutting it in half.

The tang of blood burst over his tongue and immediately began to pour over his beard. His palms stung just slightly from the cuts now marring his skin, but the brief pain did nothing to stop the arch of a brow or the corner of his lip from tugging up in a crooked smile.

“Well done, little witch,” Joseph praised.

Rhye’s confused gaze shot to him upon hearing the endearment. Joseph ignored him, entirely focused on the shock filtering across Livia’s beautiful face at the realization of what she’d done. And who she’d done it to.

“Oh my god, Joseph!” Livia gasped, her eyes widening now that she registered who had walked through the door. “I- I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Of course you did,” Rhye replied happily, just as impressed as he was. His brother’s eyes glittered with amuse