Echoes of Hate
ARIA.
“Have you seen Gambit?” I asked Adam.
His body’s jerked, shoulders snapping upward. The tomato that he’d been about to slice went flying. It arced through the air, a blur of red, before smashing against the wall with a splat. Juice and seeds slid down the wall that was no longer a pristine white.
“Goddess! What the fuck?” he growled as he turned around, glaring at me.
The look on his face was absolutely priceless. I doubled over, laughter spilling out of me. He was the type who wasn’t used to being startled, his instincts and reflexes honed from years of warrior training. Apparently tomatoes were the kryptonite of those lessons from warrior training.
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