by Colleen Foley
Things had become too turbulent, and I was done.
”Carlos” had let the sword fall when he’d grabbed Seth. Seemed he’d discounted me as a threat.
“Oh. Hell. No.”
I strode forward, sweeping up the blade and drove it into his groin.
“Kid marked me and I got no handbook.”
Grabbing a handful of hair, I yanked him toward me, jabbed under his sternum, twisted, yanked it out with a grunt.
“Want.. some answers…”
The blade sawed through his neck…
“And you…are in…my way.”
I dropped both head and sword at Seth’s feet and glared.