Not so fast, Kaito. Don’t you know you’re only going to make him angry by elbowing him like that? Rather than allowing the thief any sort of distance, Bel moved his hand to grab a hold of that elbow he’d just shattered and took it with a tight grip.
“You know, if you keep struggling, I’ll break the other one too.” Saying that, the prince began yanking the other towards the front of the house. At the very least, he had let go of the broken arm, but he was back to pulling Kaito around by the hair again. “If I hear about you stripping Masumi again or I see you breaking into my house, I won’t be so merciful next time. Do you understand? It’ll take a long time for your boyfriend to pick all the pieces of you out of my carpet if I have to deal with this again.”
“All right, all right, geez!”
Not that he had plans of doing either any time soon, so that just made promising it easier. “You stay out of my hair, and I’ll stay out of yours- and Sera’s,” he added quickly. “Just let go, already!”