'I can't believe I didn't know when that bastard Finn Shepherd came into contact with my cub! I'm such a failure of a guardian! To think I'm only finding out now!'
'For him to piss off my gentle, delicate cub enough for her to throw a sack over his head and beat him up, that bastard must have shattered her heart!'
'ARGH!!! I'm furious! So furious!!'
Holly Wyatt blanked for a second.
'Gentle?'
'Delicate?'
'Me?'
Holly Wyatt lowered her gaze, looking at the calluses on her palms and feeling the clear definition of the muscles in her arm.
All of it was evidence of her recent training.
It was no exaggeration to say she could probably take down a bull right now.
Holly Wyatt had initially felt a little guilty because of Silas Thornton's accusatory tone, but now, she was more confused than anything.
"Huh?" Holly Wyatt couldn't help but say aloud. "What?"
Silas Thornton snapped his eyes shut and took a deep breath, looking like he was trying to calm himself.
