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“What’s going on?” he asks. “I can hear you yelling from my office.”

I’m going to burst into flames.

I point a finger toward the door. “Out!”

Aziel blinks, now glancing between me and my finger, before retreating. It’s refreshing to see him make a wise decision for once, and I wait until the door is fully shut before returning my attention to Rexton.

He taps his fingers against his desk. “Cassia…”

“Don’tCassiame.”

“I’m not. I just think—”

“You don’t think, Rexton,” I snap, interrupting. “And that’s the problem. You’re a conniving little nitwit, and—”

Rexton straightens up. “Don’t call me that.”

“What?” I cock my head to the side. “Nitwit?”

He presses his lips together.

I snort. “Nitwit. Nitwit. Nit—”

Rexton vanishes, appearing in front of me a split second later. My fist connects with his jaw before he fully materializes, and I take great satisfaction in the clink of his teeth as his head swings to the side.

Who knew punching Rexton would feel so damn good? It’s euphoric.

I go for another, but Rexton stops me before contact is made. His fingers close around my jaw, holding my head steady as he slams my body against the door. His other arm presses across my stomach, pinning my arms and torso to the door.

I’m stuck.

“That is enough,” he hisses. “I have gone out of my way to appease you, Cassia, but you’re taking it too far. I’m sorry for whatever happened in your life that has made you so fucking angry, but you’re done taking it out on me. I have donenothingwrong, and your failure to kill Mammon isnotmy fault.”

He leans forward, his breath hitting my cheek.

“If you want the Wraths to respect you, then maybe you should stop being so fucking transparent. You’re insecure, jealous, and angry. Everybody sees it.”

My throat is dry. Rexton isn’t finished.

“I’m stronger than you,andI killed Mammon. Get over it.”

I shouldn’t say it. It’s too far.

My ego doesn’t listen.

“Stronger than me?” I laugh. “You were born a shadow. Your own parents couldn’t stand the sight of you. It’s no wonder they beat you. I bet they wish you’d have died.”

I regret the words the second they’re out of my mouth. It’s out of the scope of our argument, and it’s spiteful. It’s not a fair fight.

Rexton’s entire demeanor changes. Detaches. He releases me and teleports across the room.

I stumble away from the door, already regretful. I shouldn’t have said that. I clench and unclench my fists, my heart pounding and blood rushing through my ears. That was too far.

I gulp. “I’m sorry.”

“Get out.”

“No.” I shake my head. “I shouldn’t have—”