Matthews's gaze flicked between Ace and Sonia before her left hand shot out, cupping Ace's crotch with a grip that promised to turn it into meat mush.
Ace's breath hitched before he howled at the top of his lungs, "I swear I didn't lie! That bitch just has it out for me—Ahhh!"
Matthews tightened her grip, her voice calm but firm, "Language. She's a C.I.B. trainee. That makes her superior to you an unregistered curse user."
Ace sucked in a sharp breath, his hands hovering near her wrist but not quite daring to pry her off. "I thought I was a trainee too," he gasped, abandoning all pride and plans in a desperate attempt to save his family jewels.
Then, to his horror, he noticed little Ace twitching—swelling with excitement. Oh, hell no. His mind reeled, swearing up and down that he wasn't some kind of masochist. It had to be Janice's attack. That damn emerald ring curse tool had messed him up, making little Ace act on its own. Damn curse tools.
