Six Sentence Sunday: Fury – part 2

Fury went to a very dark place this week.  I'm not sharing that yet, if at all…so here's something from early on with Ava and Heyerdar

Heyerdar's hands tightened on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to bruise. His eyes had grown dark.  "And for this…?"

"A kiss."

A smile lifted his mouth, wry and wicked. "So little."

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