“What the hell are you looking at?” she snaps, her cold eyes freezing me on the spot.
Is it too late to regret? Is it too late to fix what I've stupidly broken because of my arrogance and pride?
Her white t-shirt and jeans were covered in blood, but it was like she didn’t really care. She gave off the impression that it didn’t really bother her.
I stare at her and then at her handiwork, and I don’t know what to think or feel. Sure, Piper knows how to defend herself, but she doesn’t know the different ways there are to torture someone. I doubt any of our women do.
I know it’s going to sound archaic, but for us, our women are meant to be protected at all costs. We won’t stand in their way if they ever want to learn how to fight and such, but we also won’t encourage them to do it. We are
