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The pack of frozen peas landed straight on my balls, forcing me to double over in another fit of pain.

“Sorry,” Brandon muttered, scratching the back of his head as he plopped onto the sofa beside me. As if his apology weren’t hollow enough, he made it worse by slapping my back.

I saw stars. My soul left my body.

“I thought you’d catch them.”

I shot him a dry look before tipping my chin up at the ceiling and settling the packet of peas between my thighs. Nausea still churned inside my gut, but thankfully, it wasn’t as strong as it was minutes ago when I thought I was about to black out.

“I’m starting to think you should reconsider how you talk to women, Cain.” Silas’s voice came from the kitchenette. No longer stripped naked.

I sighed. “Not now, Dunn.”

“Just saying, at least it wasn’t me this time.”

“True,” Brandon mused. “Usually, those are Silas’s dick peas.”

I groaned. “Did you seriously have to call them Silas’s dick peas?” My nausea was back, this time tenfold.

Brandon nodded gleefully as if he hadn’t traumatized me for the twentieth time this week. I hurled the cold packet towards his face, but he dodged it at the last second. “Hey! I was just trying to help the situation here.”

I rose with caution and winced at the dull ache down there. Shit, that Martin girl had really done one on me. If she kicked with that much passion, she might actually be worth something at Celestia.

Not that I’d ever tell her that.

“Do you think she’s left?” Silas wondered, taking out a bowl from the top cupboard and then a carton of milk from the fridge. He took a few gulps before saying, “The girl who kicked Hunter in the balls?”

“I’m well aware of who you meant.”

He grinned at me. “Yeah, I know.”

Prick.

“One can only hope,” I muttered, thinking back to the moment I laid eyes on the petite girl by our doorway.

“Why?” Silas pushed. “Scared she’ll hurt your manhood again? Not like we can have children anyway in this lifetime.”

I clenched my teeth. “Silas, I’m this close to losing it with you.” For emphasis, I pressed my thumb and forefinger together—not because I was close, but because I had already lost it with him years ago. I just lacked the physical strength right now to actually do something about it.

When he raised his palms in surrender, my lips curved into a smile, followed shortly by a grimace as pain shot through my balls.

“Moving on from that Grace girl,” Brandon drawled, and I rolled my eyes at him. “Do you think you’ll be okay for later tonight?”

“Why? Do you need me to look after you again?”

He chuckled and shook his light blonde hair away from his eyes.

Brandon Tucker, Celestia’s resident nerd.

He’d joined a year ago after his mom convinced him to accept the Celestials offer.

On the other hand, I’d known Silas since we were thirteen.

And he’s had the pleasure of annoying me ever since.

“Nah,” Brandon said with a smirk, “I think Silas is the one who needs looking after.”

“How’s that?” Silas mumbled; his words muffled by a mouthful of Cheerios.

“Because you’re twenty years old with the mind of a five-year-old,” I said.

Silas raised an eyebrow at me, a playful challenge in his eyes. “But could a five-year-old beat me in a fight? I don’t think so.”

I scoffed, shaking my head. One day, I hoped a child would knock Silas down a peg or two. When that day comes, I’m going all out.

“Shit, the corner shops outside of Celestia close soon,” Brandon muttered, glancing at his phone. “I promised Sam I’d grab supplies.” He hurriedly slid on his jacket and patted his pockets.

I was already holding his ID out for him. “Don’t forget it this time.”

Brandon grinned, then leaned over the sofa to pat my shoulder—and instead smacked me directly in the nuts.

I doubled over, wheezing.

“Thanks, Cain.”

I barely managed a thumbs-up as Silas erupted into his usual obnoxious laughter.

Grace Martin.

Her name echoed in my mind, drowning out Silas’s noise. She’d get out of here while she still could if she had any sense. Because I don’t forget... and I definitely don’t forgive.