‘Mind-fucking? Is that a thing?’ He chuckles at me as though enamoured with how adorably cute I am and tweaks my cheek playfully. I flinch at the surprise gesture, eyes popping with the non-Alexi manoeuvre and blanch simultaneously. It infuriates me, and I slap his hand away, no more amused with that than any of this conversation. I wonder if he has suffered a bang to that thick bloody skull that resulted in a personality transplant. I mean, when did he start pinching people and acting ...