He ignites that fury inside of me that kindles so very effortlessly in his presence, and from down deep in my toes, I find Camilla curled up in her recoiled position. That Madame herself gets her arse off the floor and faces up to meet the one man she will never back down to again. Only Alexi could raise her dead, rotting carcass inside of me.

‘Did I ask for the great fucking Alexi Carrero to come on down here and start acting like the prize wanker you can be? No, no, I fucking did ...