CASSIE POV
Cassie observed him go. She didn’t get it how a beaten man might see so disobedient. His back was straight, his head tall. She might see Claw clenching
his clench hands a small on each walk as if he were envisioning tearing the heads off his enemies.
As he vanished into the field, her eyes were drawn to the TV screen hanging over the entryways. She was gently nauseated that the put was set up like an standard sports arena.
It looks like we ought to be chomping on cotton sweet and talking approximately the best hitter when this is a f*****g passing match.
The words chilled her. Beneath the unforgiving lights of the field, Claw looked relentless. He moved as if his wounds implied nothing. His skin gleamed beneath the luster of sweat, and his eyes were clear and centered as h
