Chapter 71 Scouting (2)
- My hand was already white-knuckled on the dagger in Hunter’s belt.
- I wanted to stab him and the one that was thrusting into her so roughly that she was sliding over the wood floor with each painful ramming.
- Even the younger males wandering the campsite looked distraught at the sounds they were hearing. Wincing at each thud. Some avoiding looking.