“We have never heard the devil's side of the story, God wrote all the book.”
― Anatole France
"Did you hurt your head when the Aita brothers were kicking your face? You really sure it was her? She looks like a glass doll, Strogs. One snap and she'll splinter."
Callan looked her up and down, trying to see some muscle and dispel his doubts on Loralie's strength.
"Strogs is not lying, Callan. She did this to me! She broke my hand and his nose!"
"You're being too loud, Megan. How about I rip out your vocal tissues? It will be quick, but I can't guarantee it won't hurt afterwards." Loralie threw Megan a black look and she immediately shut her mouth.
"Fiesty...that's nice. I like this one. Look here, Lola."
"Loralie. Do you have dirt stuffed in your ears? It's Loralie." Her face almost lo
