Sienna, meet Zacharel. He's a warrior angel for the One, True Deity. Zacharel, meet Sienna. She's mine.
Gena ShowalterThere was a pause, static, a muttered "Give me that," by an indignant female. Then the normally quiet reserved Ashlyn was demanding, "Did you just drunk dial my husband?" "Yes, ma'am," Strider said, and the other two finally burst into laughter.
Gena ShowalterHer little fists pummeled at him, and he accepted the abuse. Until he realized sheโd made an improper fist and was actually hurting herself. He wound an arm around her waist, spun her and slammed her into the hard line of his body to still her. โLet me go!โ โIn a minute.โ As she struggled, he pulled her thumb out from beneath her fingers and rearranged her fist. โHit like this.โ Done, he released her.
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