KILLIAN
It felt good.
I wasn't one for violence but throwing myself out there to put that bully in his place felt really nice. In a way, I did it for myself and the lady.
"Sometimes, I don't understand you, Killian," Damian remarked just as we left the gamble house. "I mean, I did enjoy watching you beat that smug piece of s**t. At some point I felt like throwing these hands too."
Chuckling, I let out, "You think you could take that guy?"
"Why not? You know I'm tough as a nail."
"I know nothing of the sort."
Look, I wasn't one for violence. In fact, I hated it. Fighting, war, bloodshed— Wembourge would be a great place if no one ever had to throw a punch or swing a blade. But sometimes— just sometimes— I felt it was necessary. One of the many things I learnt from Father, most of w
