Sealed with a Lie
There’s a six-foot man in front of me whom I need to put six feet under.
I may not be able to go through him physically, but I will disable him and get around him—even if he blocks my opening moves.
“Not bad, little girl,” he says with a smirk playing on his insufferable, arrogant British mouth.
Little girl? I can almost feel sparks shooting down my spine. My blood boils, and adrenaline tingles in my legs. I almost levitate with sheer aggression.