10
Nash
I finish screwing the new security screen door into the door frame at Denali’s. I haven’t had a fight scheduled for a few days so I’ve been spending my time fixing things at the cottage. Making sure her place is adequately protected was my first order of business, but I’ve also repainted her kitchen cabinets and installed a drip watering system for the flowerbeds. I even made friends with Mrs. Davenfield, Denali’s nosy landlady, by installing drip in her flowerbeds, too.
Tinkering around like this makes me think maybe I could find a new career—something tamer than fighting or war. Handyman stuff suits me. It’s solitary work, but useful. It requires physical strength, which I have, and an ability to problem-solve. Turns out, when my lion isn’t clawing to get free, my clear-headed
