Whispers

 
 

First Training

She was a fighter, all right. He got the hard end of her boot, the backside of a sharp elbow in his ribs, and a floor rushing to meet his face before he hardly knew what hit him.

He liked it.

She was fire and she was passion. She fought hard and dirty and for the sheer pleasure of it. He fought her back in like terms.

One look at Logan's face and he knew he'd get a talking later. No, don't you dare touch my girl. She doesn't deserve to be hurt.

But she does deserve to live, neh?
 


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