Kassandra's POV
I love it when my husband gets jealous, and his expression becomes dangerous. It's making me feel pretty and loved. Well, what they said was all true. I'm a masochist.
I sighed and flicked this prince's forehead. "I said I'll count to three. I said three, which means go," I explained. He turned around and faced me properly.
"How did—that's ridiculous! Where are one and two?!"
"Well, I don't know! They must have gone to the market and had a date," I respond. His jaw drops because of what I just said. He places his hands on his waist.
"Are you sure you're the devil general?" Prince Airone asks. My brow furrows, looking at him intently. "Why? You want to know?" I remarked.
I cracked my knuckles, making a weird sound. I took a step closer, and he eventually walked backward. "I don't want to!" he roars, running as fast as he could.
"Halt!" I roared. I know he freezes after I say those words. I went to him and dragged him to where my husband is.
