I donโt know how to explain it.โ โTry words. If that doesnโt work, weโll move on to interpretive dance.
Devon Monk... he was sunset against the mountains, strong, vibrant, dangerous, and yet somehow sheltering, protective. And married. Picnic, meet rain.
Devon MonkโฆI noticed you donโt have any self-defense trainingโฆโ โโฆI can handle myself just fine.โ She stared at me for a long, uncomfortable moment. Finally, โIn the very short time Iโve known you, you have been chased, shot, robbed, stabbed, drugged, and attacked by magic.โ โIโm still breathing, arenโt I?
Devon Monk