10-16-2025, 06:25 PM
It wasn’t like he could actually tell if she was correct. Zeke avoided physical confrontation. If he was adept at reading the people around them, he used those skills to steer clear of such a situation in the first place. Fear, though – that he was quite attuned to. She noticed the little things, provided an explanation he hadn’t asked for but was pleased she gave. There was a building thrill in her voice, the awakening of old spirit. Tatyana sounded confident. Focused.
He leaned back a little when the fight began in earnest. Half Oriena’s debt had been from having Ilya, the club’s healer, using his girls to mend her barman’s ravaged neck after Kasun had gone full beast. And the victim had been a supposed friend. Kasun was feral, and though the bars were thick, Zeke also knew this one had escaped before. Besides, the flying blood and spittle were distasteful. Brutal was right.
He let Tatyana watch the carnage a moment longer, before he leaned close again and asked: “And how would you beat him?”
He leaned back a little when the fight began in earnest. Half Oriena’s debt had been from having Ilya, the club’s healer, using his girls to mend her barman’s ravaged neck after Kasun had gone full beast. And the victim had been a supposed friend. Kasun was feral, and though the bars were thick, Zeke also knew this one had escaped before. Besides, the flying blood and spittle were distasteful. Brutal was right.
He let Tatyana watch the carnage a moment longer, before he leaned close again and asked: “And how would you beat him?”
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