Sometimes words were less valuable than the air that carried them when it came to getting close.
J.R. WardThe trainee knew he should leave, but he was unable to look away. He'd never seen anything snap out so fast or strike so hard as the male's fists. Obviously, the rumours about the instructor were all true. He was a flat-out killer. With a metal clank, a door opened at the other end of the gym, and the sound of a newborn's cries echoed up into the high ceiling. The warrior stopped in midpunch and wheeled around as a lovely female carrying young in a pink blanket came over to him. His face softened, positively melted.
J.R. WardSo whatโd you do to the lesser?โ a male voice said. โI lit his cigarette with a sawed-off,โ another one answered. โHe didnโt come down for breakfast, you feel me?
J.R. Ward