She went through all that face peeling shit and then ended up with the worst of them all—me. What had she done to deserve this punishment? She was always faithful to the organization. She taught her classmates how to take care of sticky situations. She was a master of deception, yet she had failed when she first stepped into my house.
She had been a little minx, flaunting her body like that. Clad in a leather jacket and some worn jeans, I could imagine fighting beside her. She had a sharp tongue that would cut you just as quickly as the mocking expression on her face. Her eyes sparkled as she completed every challenge I threw at her. She surprised me with her skill in hand to hand combat, coming close to besting me several times. Her presence of mind made her a force to be reckoned with. It made her all the more irresistible to me.
