Evie Stanton
Desmond led the way to Thane's quarters. As we stepped closer, the sound of the piano continued to get louder. It was a lovely melody, one that the crew seemed to like as they chanted and sang along.
Was Thane the one playing?
I had heard the music all week, but I never put it together it was him playing it.
That was difficult for me to wrap my head around. The man I had seen earlier with a blue dragon tattooed all over his chest, throwing Desmond around like he was a bag of potatoes. Dripping with sweat as his magnificent back flexed for every strike.
Even from several yards away, I could watch the muscles under the skin move and bunch impressively. I wanted to learn how to fight like that. He would win the fight, pull his opponent back to their feet with a beaming smi
