I noticed a small axe on the side of her throat that made my pulse pound. With her ink-dark hair shimmerin’ over her shoulders, the alabaster of her skin, and the only spot of colour in her pouty mouth, she looked like some kinda badass Asian version of Snow White. The sight of her kicked me in the teeth and again in the fuckin’ gut. ’Cause, fuck, she’d been a pretty kid, but she was a gorgeous woman.
