A Kiss With A Fist Is Better Than None

For a beat, Chaos paused in confusion, his brow knitting. "Abaven?" he repeated. Why the fuck would he send Abaven after... When he realized that the man must have meant Rhyme, he burst out laughing. Fucking Rhyme, again. Was there going to ever be any end to the trouble that his father fucking a Destruction was going to cause? Holy fuck. "Abaven! You have got to be fucking kidding me with that." He gave a particularly toothy grin at the idea of asking Abaven to fight with him. "Abaven belongs to the Destructions, you idiot. If my half-brother wasn't half-Destruction himself I wouldn't have a damn thing to do with them. Fucking hell, you think I'd fuck with you for Lirim if I was in bed with Abaven? Brother or not, no fucking thank you. No, Darling, you won't be dealing with the Destructions and Abaven. You'll be dealing with the Imperialis family, the wolves who've won more sieges than most wolves have seen, and you'll be dealing with Legion, my pack, and not fucking Abaven. " He snorted, clearly affronted at the idea.