Chapter 980 Captured

• "Of course," Stylist added, "to make sure those strays savor the meal, I'll boil the meat first, and season it with the finest spices I can steal."
• His gaze slid to Dominic; a rasping cackle rattled in his throat. "And you," he purred, "beautiful little prince—skin like silk. You, I'll handle gently, ever so gently."
• Messiah bristled, lips twisting in protest. "Hold on, Stylist. I thought you prided yourself on killing without favoritism. Why the sudden prejudice? Before God, everyone is equal."