Instead of scaring him, that threat set fire to his temper. No one threatened Nick Gautier.

"I'm not afraid of you. You want to fight... bring it."

Something struck the wall by his face. Hard. It was so close to him that whatever it was grazed his nose.

In spite of his bravado, that actually scared him blind. Hard to fight something when you couldn't see it... Jack-rabbiting up the stairs, he went into Kyrian's training room instead of his office.

Nick slammed the door and threw himself against it, arms wide to keep it shut.

Autore: Sherrilyn Kenyon

Instead of scaring him, that threat set fire to his temper. No one threatened Nick Gautier.<br /><br />"I'm not afraid of you. You want to fight... bring it."<br /><br />Something struck the wall by his face. Hard. It was so close to him that whatever it was grazed his nose.<br /><br />In spite of his bravado, that actually scared him blind. Hard to fight something when you couldn't see it... Jack-rabbiting up the stairs, he went into Kyrian's training room instead of his office.<br /><br />Nick slammed the door and threw himself against it, arms wide to keep it shut. - Sherrilyn Kenyon




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