Geros
Geros
Mal walked in the door with Smith in his arms. She was wrapped in a towel from the training room. Her hair was a mess and her cheeks were flushed. Worse, she leaned into him like she could barely hold up her head.
“Is she hurt?”
“She’s right here,” Smith’s voice sounded odd. I looked at Mal.
She’s "What did you do?" I knew Mal would never truly harm a female, especially not one under his care. But the scenes that had played out at Club Trinity came to my mind. He had pushed her then. Perhaps this time he had pushed her too far.
"Nothing. She’s fine."
"Then why is she crying?" I moved closer and leaned in to get a better look. I was correct, a small trail of dried salt was on her cheek. Her eyes were pink.
"She’s right here. And she’s not going to be discussed in the thi
