Six Sentence Sunday: Fury – part 6

I'm plodding along with Fusion…and got distracted yesterday by an evil contemporary.  I do not write contemps.  No. Not anymore…

Anyway, here's a bit of Fury:

"What?"

"Bruises."  She bit out the word and held his gaze, saw the memory flicker there.

His hand eased but he didn't let go.  He pulled her behind him.  "I'm not used to women with so little stamina."

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