"Like I said," Ian said, brushing down the front of his shirt to smooth down the crease made by Taym's fist. "Drama queen."

He rolled his neck a little and said, "I believe you when you say you'll cut off my hand, but whether or not you'll actually succeed is an entirely different story, Taymable."

Ian fluttered his fingers in a wave, a smirk on his lips.

"I look forward to next time."

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