(Silvia Trevstone, POV)
Simple, direct, and brutal; Those were the only words that came to my mind as Lieutenant Astryd fought the rookies.
Although to be fair to call it a fight was an understatement, from start to finish the rookies hadn't had a chance, Desmond not only surpassed them in strength but also in dexterity.
Truth be told, such an outcome must have been predictable, but everyone ignored the meaning of the rank of lieutenant just because the person before us was too young.
And as unpredictable as the wind, the cruel, commanding expression on Desmond's face faded, and he went back into the kind, flirtatious man I'd seen this morning; Without saying a word Desmond took the clothes he had given me and began to dress again.
Heat, so hot, Desmond's body emanated huge thermal signals that being so close to him occupied all my vision, an inexplicable desire to hold on to that source of heat was born within me causing great discomfort.
