Their feet stomped lightly on the floor and Anderson enjoyed the absence of her heels echoing in the hall. Kendrick was right beside her.
She watched him from the corner of her eyes and so does he. She noticed the old scars on his upper arm and assumed he got it in a fight. He was a hell of a rough man.
"You're not always careful in a fight, huh?" She broke the silence nonchalantly.
"Why?"
"You've got a lot of scars." She pointed out.
The rush of air filled his lungs and he chuckled. "When I'm on the battlefield all I see is my target and my goal, I don't have to worry about my wounds, except it threatens my life and my means of accomplishing the mission." He said.
"That is foolish."
"Forget about that, p***y, no one lives forever not even me." He joked.
She rolled her eyes
