Maxine POV
I got no joy in punching Pixie; it wasn't a fight, it was duty, what would be expected of me, and I felt?
Nothing.
No emotion at all, not pride in seeing her face red and blotchy from her tears, or the start of the swelling of her eye, which was going to hurt like hell tomorrow.
Nothing.
Like Grandma always said, when it comes to doing something because you have to, the emotions disappear. That was how she was trying to explain that one of the guys who came back from service, having to kill for duty, was different from street fights, still both life and death situations, but in service, you do it for a different reason. Once you have killed a few times, it becomes like nothing; you no longer see a person, but a target that has to be removed. Or so she said.
Later, you mi
